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Captainâs Girl [Part II]
John Price x Reader (Call of Duty)
Synopsis: Mixed tension combined with a failed mission leads to a heated kiss between you and the Captain. But what happens when kissing turns into something more? And will a new mission back in Urzikstan be the catalyst to bring you together or tear you and your captain apart?
Tags: Enemies to lovers, SMUT, guys I'm not joking I went crazy with the smut, military romance, secret feelings, pining, idiots in love, fighting, secret relationships, consequences, LONG.
Word count? Do you even need to ask?
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The helicopter ride back was abysmal, a whole 3 hours spent in absolute silence. You'd spent the majority of the time staring at your fraying shoelace. The subtle rocking of the aircraft kept you awake while everyone else slept off the rough morning (and the hangover). It turns out that drinking the night before being dispatched wasn't the best idea. Shocking.
It didn't help that your mind was still hung up on the kiss between you and Price. Also shocking.
In the past 24 hours, you discovered that there was a widespread rumor that you and your captain had been sleeping together. Everyone on base had started calling you the Captainâs Girl. And that Price didn't apparently hate you and thought that planting one on you was the best way to prove that.
Why he kissed you was an entirely new can of worms you didn't have the stomach to open right now.
Now, did you kiss him back? Yes. Why? You didn't know the fuck why. There were several possible answers to this dilemma, answer one, it was the heat of the moment. Answer two, it just felt right to do so, it's rude to leave a guy hanging. Answer three, you were just too shit-faced to think critically about it. You were leaning toward the last one.
The worst part of the whole situation, (besides the fact that you may have given those rumors a tiny bit of validity) was that Price was a phenomenal kisser. You remembered it in excruciating detail. And unlucky for you it might have been one of the best kisses you'd ever had.
A small part of you wondered if he enjoyed it too, but given his face when you separated. All flushed and surprised, his eyes wide with horror and his breath heavy⊠yeah maybe it was best not to dwell on your kissing abilities.
It was a small blessing that Gaz had been the one to almost catch you in the act. He loved to tease but he wasn't an asshole, your and Price's secret was most likely in good hands. Heaven forbid it was Ghost or Soap because you would've had half a mind to jump out of the helicopter without a second thought. The thought was still tempting though.
You glanced up at Price, his head tilted back and his eyes shut. He wasn't faring much better than you were. He had heavy bags under his eyes and the line between his brows was far more defined than usual. Somehow he still looked good. In a very professional way, of course. Not in a âwe made out last night, and thinking about it turns me on,â kind of way.
Eventually, you would have to interact with him professionally again. When his foot healed it would be back to regularly scheduled training.
Best case scenario, they'd put you all on leave and you could have a week or two surrounding yourself with other men to clear your head. You'd never really been one for an extended vacation, but exceptions could be made. Plus, going back to base meant going back to a whole bunch of people who thought you were banginâ the boss.
You grimaced, vacationing in hell might have been better. On second thought, you'd take the checkpoint base any day. Home base could go fuck itself, at least it was hot and sunny back in Urzikstan. You heard someone chuckle and looked up to see Ghost looking at you.
âYaâ look like you swallowed a lemon.â He said enthused. You made a sound that crossed between a sigh and a grunt.
âJust preparing myself for landing,â You breathed as the helicopter wobbled. The aircraft began to descend in a linear motion, making your stomach sink a little.
âHome sweet home.â
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One week and three days, you had been back at base for almost two weeks without speaking a single word to Price. Maybe if you kept this up you could spend your last 8 months with 141 in peace.
Your days now had been mostly consisting of training (supervised by Ghost instead of Price), mindless tasks, eating in the commons, watching movies in the break room, and naps. It was kind of perfect, this was probably the most relaxed you'd ever been while at base. And nobody bothered to tease you over Price since he was rarely around. When he did make an appearance he didn't speak a word to you, which was somewhat nice.
A part of you wished for some explanation for the night of the kiss, but maybe ignorance was bliss. Whatever the reason, it was all behind you. You could totally remain professional when he comes back from recovery. Totally.
Gaz tried to talk to you about that night once, to which you immediately shut him down. Though, you knew he saw through you, and Price too, it was probably easier reading Price than you at this point. It was odd for Price to seclude himself away, even odder that he wasn't on speaking terms with you conveniently after the night that you tracked him down and blew up at him for starting a rumor that he most definitely did not create. Ghost had caught onto the odd tension between you two almost as fast as Gaz did.
Jhonny well⊠he was still in his own world, the man was smart sure, but he was a bit of a dunce when it came to reading other people's emotions. On the bright side that made him the perfect buddy to be around because he wasn't analyzing every interaction you had. You were grateful for him in his own way.
You were walking down one of the hallways after a bit of a loose end. Having nothing to do after training was a pain sometimes, you had an hour or two until dinner, and the base gym was at its busiest. And you didn't feel like you were in the mood to wait twenty minutes in a sweaty gym for a turn on the leg press machine. So, you opted for wandering around like a lost spirit in search of something to do instead.
Just as you turned a corner you collided with what felt like another wall. Your eyes met a 4x4 truck with a skull mask. Ghost.
âEasy, aren't sharpshooters supposed to be vigilant? Or are you the only exception?â His voice reverberated off your eardrums like a low-pitch bass. You rolled your eyes but let out an amused breath of air. To give the big guy some credit his name fits him perfectly, you didn't know how someone who was built like a standard Lego brick could be so stealthy. He could fit into any dark corner and nobody would be the wiser.
âJust you Ghost, you seem to be the only entity that evades me.â That seemed to pull a junction of his lips up because the corners of his eyes slightly crinkled. He held a small file filled with a few articles of paper tucked away into its folds.
Ghost crossed his arms, âWhat yaâ doinâ? Have you taken up wandering hallways as a hobby now?â
You grimaced, âGym was all full, didn't want to bother.â You said plainly, earning a nod from the bigger man.
âSo⊠suppose that means you're free for time?â There was a slight smugness to his tone as he held the file up to you. Your gaze dropped from him to the file, he didn't phrase it like an order but you knew it was. You sighed and took the file from his hand. âFine. Who do I have to track down to give this to?â
He shifted on one foot, âPrice. You know where his office is.â You tried not to let your mouth fall open, this bastard.
You shook your head and tried to thrust the papers back into his chest, âWhat? No, I'm not giving these to Price. Can't you find someone else?â
Ghost stepped back and shook his head, raising his hands up in surrender. âNope, sâoutta my hands now. Itâs one file, just knock on his door and drop it on his desk, easy.â You shot him a spiteful glare, there was probably an evil grin under that stupid mask.
You squeezed the file in your hands tighter, feeling the paper wrinkle in your vice grip. âBastard.â You grimaced, turning on your heel towards the direction of Price's office. You heard him chuckle over your shoulder, âGood soldier.â He called after you, the shit-eating grin practically spotlighted through his tone.
Trudging through the familiar hallways toward Price's office was like walking through a dead-end alleyway. The further you got, the more signs you saw telling you to turn back. Sure you saw him after the night of the kiss, but you weren't being forced to talk to him or even acknowledge he was there. This was different, you would be alone with him. Alone in his office. Even if it was for a split second that you were in his presence the knowledge still made your skin pebble with goosebumps.
Before you knew it, you were facing the dreaded door of his office. The sight of the familiar plaque of his name gives you an almost Deja Vu feeling. The last time you were here things didn't go over too well, not that things ever really went great when the two of you came in contact.
You drew in a breath, just get this over with and you could be done. Maybe go take a shower or something, just go anywhere that was a good distance away from here. Your fist met the hardwood of the door, giving it a hearty few knocks. After a beat, his muffled voice reached your ears, âCome in.â
Pushing open the door you were greeted with the sight of Price. Doing pushups in the corner of his office. Okay, I guess. You were a little dumbfounded, usually one uses an office for things like paperwork or meetings. Not a personal gym. âI thought the point of recovering was that you're supposed to be resting.â You deadpanned. The file in your hands long forgotten.
His head immediately snapped up at the sound of your voice, pools of blue staring right into you like you'd walked in naked. Price halted mid-pushup, â[Name].â He breathed, obviously caught a little off guard by your appearance.
âUnfortunately,â You said back, watching as he got up and brushed himself off. The cotton of his shirt stretched over the expanse of his biceps and chest. Your eyes shot back to his face, a little guilty. Price cleared his throat, âThey won't let me train in the gym yet. So, I have to improvise.â
You blinked at him, âBase doctor must love you.â You said sarcastically, glancing down at his foot. âHow's your foot?â You asked politely, filling the awkward silence.
Price looked down at his wrapped foot, shrugging. âIt's better. Don't need the crutch anymore.â He said plainly. You responded with a nod and an âah,â creating an even longer awkward silence. The two of you stood there for another beat, just looking at each other. You couldnât tell if you wanted to run to him or run away from him. Just then you remembered the whole reason why you were here.
âOh- uh, I have this for you-â You held out the manilla file for him to take, âGhost told me to bring it up here.â Price's eyes darted from the folder and then back to you, he hesitantly walked closer and took the file. His fingers brushed yours and you swear an electric current shot through your spine. His fingers were warm and rough, transporting you back to when his hands were in your hair, holding your face, cupping the back of your neck.
You swallowed, it felt like your heartbeat was in your head. âThank you.â He said, pulling back his hand and the papers with it.
It was like someone had knocked the wind out of you, you were frozen. ââŠRight, I'll go then.â You said, taking a step back from him as he put the file on top of his desk.
â[Name]. Hold on, please.â His voice stopped you in your tracks, making you rotate a little to face him completely. His voice didn't sound angry, but it was firm. âEverything alright?â You chewed on the inside of your cheek, watching as he faced you. Leaning against his desk with his arms crossed.
His adams apple bobbed up and down, lifting a hand to rub his mutton chops. âYeahâŠI just wanted to clear up something with you.â His voice was careful, the pauses and hesitance filling you with dread. Shit. He wanted to talk about the kiss, which you most definitely did not want to talk about. A part of you was dying inside but you nodded, âYeah, what's up?â You said through clenched teeth.
âAbout what happened the night before the team left Urzikstan, I just wanted to⊠apologize. It was unprofessional of me especially considering the circumstances.â You stood statue still, well this was a first. He was apologizing to you. Price continued, âIt was a moment of weakness and emotions were running high and frankly I didn't know how else to show you I didn't hate you. I give you my word that it will never happen again.â
A moment of weakness? What the hell was that even supposed to mean? It was nice to hear an apology come from him but to be honest, you weren't sure if you were happy about the fact he was sorry. Maybe that meant he didn't enjoy it, but it certainly didn't seem like it when his tongue was down your throat. Well, if you were already on the subject mind as well ask.
âDid you hate it?â You asked, Price looked at you for a moment. His face was puzzled like it was the last thing he had expected to come out of your mouth. âWhat?â He asked, his voice thick behind his British accent.
You stood your ground, âThe kiss-â you clarified. âDid. you. hate. it?â His eyes searched yours for an ounce of reasoning, âI- it was unprofessional and I shouldn't have initiated anything as your Captain-â
âThat wasn't my question.â You cut him off, your eyebrows furrowed together as your gaze bore into him. âI asked if you hated kissing me.â
Price shifted, leaning back a little against his desk. It was silent for a while, the sound of the wall clock and your beating heart was the only noise you could hear. âNo⊠I didn't hate it.â He said after another beat.
A small part of you soared, you could sleep at night knowing your kissing abilities weren't the cause of his skittishness. The next question slipped past your lips before you had the mind to stop yourself. âDo you regret it?â
Again his lips pulled into a frown and his eyes darted away, â[Name], I don't know why these questions are necessary.â But you weren't going to let him deflect you that easy, right now all thoughts of professionalism and integrity were out the window. You deserved an explanation, even if the logical side of your mind was telling you to leave. You stepped closer to him, so he couldn't ignore your presence.
âIt's necessary because you kissed me out of nowhere and I deserve an explanation.â You said defiantly, âSo do you or do you not regret it?â
He gave you an exasperated look before swallowing his pride. Pinching the bridge of his nose between his pointer and thumb, he spoke, âI regret kissing you at that moment, and how I went about it. But I don't regret kissing you, no.â
Priceâs cheeks turned a slightly rosy color that reached his ears. He looked like a guilty dog. You didn't know what surprised you more, the fact that he apologized or that he didn't regret kissing you. But his admission sparked a heat that crawled into your bones, burying into your stomach and coloring your cheeks similarly to his.
âThen just kiss me again.â
What came out of your mouth seemed to surprise you just as much as it did Price. He looked at you like you had grown a second head, âI'm sorry?â You felt your limbs lose feeling, fuck it, if you were going in mind as well go all in.
âI said what I said, if you regret how you went about kissing me last timeâŠmake it up now.â The silence that stretched over the two of you lasted for far longer than you were comfortable with. Price shook his head, seemingly coming back to reality. â[Name], I'm not kissing you.â He said pushing off the desk to stand at his full height.
You frowned, well shit. âWhy not?â You said, trying not to let the surprise and annoyance bleed through your tone.
He looked at you incredulously, âBecause we're in my fucking office and you're my subordinate.â Price said, gesturing around his office to further his argument. Jeez, you really hated this guy. He could at least throw you a bone after pulling a kiss on you out of nowhere.
âSo? You kissed me out in the open at the checkpoint base- and I was your subordinate then too.â You knew that he knew you had a good point there, âIf you don't want to kiss me or something you could've just said so.â You glared.
Price groaned and shook his head, rubbing his hand over the nape of his neck. âNo- I- fuck, of course I want to kiss you. But it's not appropriate, there are fraternization rules. Especially when it comes to me as your Captain.â
Aha! So he did want to kiss you, that at least was one more mystery solved. You craned your neck up to meet his eyes, your hands seizing his face. Cupping his scruffy cheeks between your palms. âRules only apply if you get caught. And you owe me a better apology.â You told him sternly.
Priceâs eyes were wide and his body tensed for a moment. Only to relax a moment later, the heat of his face could burn your skin. Your hands tingled as the pads of your fingers slid against the coarse scuff of his beard. His face hid something behind the mask of surprise, something that glinted in the pools of navy and grey. Everything about him looked so odd, so real.
Back at the checkpoint base, you didn't have time to look over his features or memorize them. You weren't able to watch the flicker in his eyes, something akin to a stalking wolf.
âOne kiss.â Price breathed.
âOne kiss.â You repeated back to him, trying not to let your voice quake.
That was all it took before his lips were slotted against yours, swallowing your breath and your mind with it. The kiss back at Urzikstan was rushed, desperate, quick. This. This was different. It was like a switch in your brain was flipped off, the mind-numbing static and the gentle rhythm of his lips replaced where your rational thought was supposed to be.
Large hands seized your waist, digging into your flesh. Slowly, the gentle probes of his mouth morphed into heavy kisses and heated groans. His mouth tasted the same as it did before, like smoke and whiskey. You doubted you'd ever forget the taste of him.
Your hands slid around his neck, and your dull nails dragged down his nape. Earning a throaty moan on his part, with each lick, groan, and movement of his lips, you only seemed to get sucked in further. Your senses were drowning in him, yet you only ached to go deeper. To let the water fill your lungs and cloud your brain.
Lips, tongue, teeth, you didn't know where it ended nor where it started. Hell, you didn't know what you were even doing. You didn't even realize you had moved until your behind hit the solid edge of his desk, making you retract for a sharp breath.
Price panted against your lips, still slick and kiss swollen. Neither of you did anything, standing still in the aftermath. The kiss said more than either of you could have ever put into words. Hands squeezed your hips, âOn the desk.â
You blinked, only somewhat coherent, âWhat?â Price lightly pushed you further, the back of your body being pressed against the hardwood. âYou heard me, sit on the desk.â His voice was rough and thick with his accent. It wasn't more of a request but a demand, and unlucky for you it made your knees weak.
Carefully you lifted yourself onto the flat surface, his body wedged between your open legs. The rough pads of his fingers grasping at your hips, and before you knew it you were kissing him again. It was addictive, he was addictive. This felt more like your fist kiss with him, the kisses became rougher, more rushed, and more desperate. Like trying to fill an endless void with his lips.
âI thought you said one kiss,â You managed to gasp out between open-mouthed kisses. You felt the pull of a smile on the corner of his lips before separating from you only to attach to your neck. Suckling at the skin and leaving trails of blooming redness in his wake.
âYou said you wanted a better apology right?â Price said, his voice vibrating against your collar. The texture of his beard against your skin sending full-body shivers down your spine.
You nodded, your hands reaching to his back to fist the material of his shirt. âYeah.â Your voice was breathy, it sounded almost foreign to you. Like you hadn't even spoken it. Hands dipped under your shirt, running up the soft skin of your ribs, mapping out your body. Price looked at you, something in his eyes was desperate, like a wild animal looking at their next meal.
âThen let me make it up to you. Please.â Fuck.
When had a man ever said that to you? And not any man but John fucking Price. A pulse drummed in your stomach that reached your core, here you were, sitting on your captain's desk with him in between your legs. Asking you to let him make it up to you. ReallyâŠwho were you to refuse when he asked so nicely? You swallowed and nodded, âOkay.â
With your confirmation, Price lifted your shirt above your head, hastily tossing it somewhere on the floor. His hands making quick work of your bra with it, the offending garment joining your shirt on the floor. He stood there momentarily, taking in the new expanse of revealed skin. Priceâs calloused hands glided over your abdomen, cupping your breasts and brushing a thumb over the hardened nipple.
You hissed, your spine curving at his touch. Priceâs hands were hard and warm, a stark contrast to the plush mound of your chest. âFuck, you're a vision you know that? So fucking pretty.â He breathed, his comments adding fuel to the fire between your legs. You couldn't remember the last time a man had called you anything near a âvision,â but damn it felt good. It felt good to be wanted.
Your thighs squeezed together, blocked by his frame standing between them. Every movement he made caused your hips to brush, sending shocks up your spine. And shit could you feel him, he was a large man but the size of the tent brushing against your clothed core was downright ridiculous. No wonder his ego was so big, you absentmindedly thought.
A finger hooked one of the loops of your standard-issue pants. Price was looking at you, âCan IâŠ?â He motioned down asking permission to discard the rest. To which you nodded, trying to hold back your eagerness. âYeah go ahead.â
Price helped you out from your pants, letting them drop to the floor with a dull thud. He groaned as he caught eye of your underwearâa very embarrassing and very obvious wet spot coating the fabric. Fuck-you didn't realize that was there. You'd been so caught up in his hands you'd barely felt it. He shot you a knowing look, the corner of his lip twitched up.
âAll this cause of me?â He asked smugly, circling a digit over the sodden fabric. You twitched, the contact making you bite down on your lip to keep from making a startled noise.
You glared at him, âDonât fucking tease me.â You said, the embarrassment in your tone disguised as venom. He grinned, prickâ you thought. Price guided a finger over your clothed slit, leaning into the crook of your neck. âNever baby, just want to make things right with you.â He murmured into your skin.
Price tugged the fabric to the side, letting your slick lubricate his fingers. You shuddered, your hands holding onto him for dear life. âFuck-â You choked out, your hips leaning into his hand. It felt infuriatingly good, the way his digit glided up and down your labia at a leisurely slow pace making you fein for more. He groaned as he watched you moan from the way he brushed his thumb over your clit.
âAtta girl, so good fâme.â
Oh.
You liked that. You'd never really paid attention to the gratification of someone praising you outside of an academic or professional level but at that moment you could tell that did something for you. And Price seemed to notice too.
He gently prodded at your entrance, earning a whine from your lips. âOne finger or two?â He muttered, you could barely think let alone answer his question. What you did know was that you need more, âTwo.â You said breathlessly.
A light chuckle reverberated off of him, âGreedy girl.â Price didn't wait and plunged two fingers into you slowly. You threw your head back as his thick digits stretched open the gummy walls of your core. âFuck, look at you. So wet for me, so fucking sexy like this you know that?â You could only manage another choked whine as he mimicked the âcome hereâ motion with his fingers.
It was euphoric, the way he filled out your walls with his fingers alone. Slowly pressing the pads of his middle and ring up against the spongy spot inside you. You dug your nails into his shoulder, a silent scream fell from your lips. Priceâs other hand holding the small of your back to support you. âStay still,â He whispered into the shell of your ear, making you shudder.
You didn't listen, how could you? You could barely focus on what he was saying as it was, let alone when he was knuckle deep inside you.
When Price noticed you weren't listening he retracted his fingers, leaving you hollow. You whined, already craving the stretch of his fingers again. He rested his palm against your cunt, his digits barely tracing over your entrance. âCome on, I know you can listen, stay still for me yeah?â His voice vibrated against your neck and his beard brushed over the exposed skin. Making your body prickle with goosebumps.
âYou're an asshole you know that?â You panted, going rigidly still. He smiled against you, his fingers plunging back into your wet heat. âAnd you're all bark and no bite, fuckinâ vixen. Always looking at me when you know you shouldn't, driving me insane all the time. Stubborn girl.â
You threw your head back, trying hard not to let your hips twitch or jerk. Your mouth fell open to let out a lustful moan that would've made anyone in the near vicinity blush.
Price continued, âYou like driving me mad? Never fucking listening to me, arguing with me, riling me up.â He muttered, sliding his fingers in and out at a brutal pace. Making your cunt flutter, producing the most obscene sounds you ever heard from yourself. âThen you come in here all sexy asking me to kiss you. It's like you wanted this, wanted my fingers.â
You felt the burning fire in your core tighten and roar, âPrice- slow down. Mâgonna cum if you keep going.â You babbled, your nails leaving crescents on his bicep. Everything was happening so fast you couldn't keep track of what was going on.
Priceâs fingers were rough, thick, they filled out the lining of your walls with ease. A thick fog started to cloud your mind, making the world almost blur. In. Out. In. Out. It was maddening, he wasnât slowing and you were only growing more feverish.
He shook his head, his other hand leaving your hip to grab your chin. Forcing you to look into his eyes, an animalistic hunger written over his face. âNo, you're going to cum on my fingers. Look at me while you do it, look at me while you soak my hand.â Priceâs thumb circled over your clit, making you clench and pulse. A full-body shudder racking through you.
You came suddenly, unexpectedly. It was hard and fast, but in a way, it was like you were floating. Your muscles went rigid, your back curving, and your startled moan bounced off the walls of the office. It came in waves, crashing over you like the tide as he finger-fucked you through the orgasm. All the while staring directly into those familiar pools of blue and navy. Your pussy spasmed around his fingers.
After a minute you fell limp, like you'd just run miles, you panted. Hair falling in your face and wetness coating both his fingers and your inner thighs, the juices pooling onto the dark wood of the table. Price held your waist with one hand, letting you slump against his chest. It was peaceful bliss for a moment.
You caught your breath enough to sit up, meeting his gaze. His hand that held your waist moved to brush a few stray hairs falling over your eyes. The corners of Priceâs lips pulled into a smile, and your heart stuttered, only a little though. âHave I made it up to you yet?â He murmured, the thickness of his voice could have melted your ears. Smooth like syrup but rugged enough to be devastatingly masculine.
âApology accepted.â You breathed, trying not to sound too winded. It was too late to form any semblance of decency so the next best option was pretending he didn't single-handily give you the most toe-curling orgasm of your life. Easier said than done.
Price detached from you, walking over to one of his office drawers and pulling out a box of tissues. âNormally I'd have something better to clean you up with but these will do for now.â He said casually, pulling a few from the box and coaxing your legs back open to wipe down the mess. Somehow, you felt a blush spread across your cheeks.
This was so...domestic, sweet even, it wasn't like him. Then again, fingering you on his desk wasn't like him either but here you were. You both had crossed a line and there wasn't any going back, you swallowed. âThanks, but uhmâŠwhat do we do now?â Frankly, it was a dumb question but you couldn't help asking.
He gave you a look, âWhat do you mean?â You squirmed under his gaze, trying not to look down at his warm hand brushing up against your inner thigh.
âWell, we can't exactly pretend like this didn't happen.â You clarified, watching as the wheels in his head turned. Price shrugged, âWe can leave it at this if that's what you want. I think both of us are just on edge, yâknow, the heat of the moment.â
Somehow his words didn't match his face, there was more that seemed to bellow beneath his tone. But rather than bringing it up, you thought about his words. This wasn't ever something you anticipated to happen but to your surprise, you didn't hate it. âWhat if we just kept it going?â
Price looked at you, his eyes widened a tad, the surprise written across his face doing more for your nerves than you were comfortable with. âLike- in the sense that you and I both have a lot of built-up tension and unresolved issues. But if this works to keep the peace why not give it a try? Discreetly of course.â
It was a beat before he responded, âAlright, but like you said, discreet. If anyone catches on this is done.â
You soared, why? You didn't know, it just felt like the best news you'd gotten in forever. But looking too deeply into that feeling was uncharted territory. Better off leaving it in the corner of your brain with all the other repressed emotions.
âWorks for me.â You agreed, Price got up again to grab your poor clothes that had been flung across the room. Handing them back gingerly, he was nice enough to turn around as you reclothed yourself. There was a slight charge to the air, almost like static. It pricked at your skin, making you jumpy and nearly insecure. It was like you had reverted to a teenage girl.
He caught your gaze, and the unspoken tension and lingering awkwardness faded just a little. He gave you a nod, âI'll see you tomorrow for drills.â
You smiled just slightly, âSee you.â Walking to the door and turning the handle, you forced yourself not to look back at him.
After shutting the door you breathed a sigh, brushing out your clothes and smoothing your hair of the lingering frizz. Getting cozy with your captain was not on your yearly bingo card, but hey, beggars couldn't be choosers. You absentmindedly thought about the implications of technically giving that stupid rumor some validity. But you were only human, a girl has to do what she has to do to get laid.
Discreetly, of course, you were great about being discreet. Yeah, easy peasy. All you had to do was make sure nobody found out.
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At first, you didn't really know what to expect when you first made the arrangement with Price about âsolving the unresolved problems between the two of you.â But after a few weeks of working out frustrations âonâ each other, you could say with full confidence that this arrangement exceeded your expectations.
Not only had the genuine fights between you been on an extended hiatus, but it started to be replaced with playful banter. And when you weren't bantering or training or hanging out with the group, you were fucking. And boy was it something.
For one, Price was experienced, to say the least, he knew what to do and when to do it. He had mapped out your body and played it like a fiddle. And with your extent of mediocre lovers, it was like a breath of fresh air. And his body was nothing to sneeze at either, he had muscle allll the way down. Battle scars be dammed, everything just seemed to make him more appealing.
The only troubling part of the arrangement was keeping up the ruse and getting creative when it came to the actual action portion of it. But turns out that unconventional areas to have sex weren't as bad as they seemed. Office? Hell yeah. In the medical wing private rooms? Why not. In the showers and bathrooms? You only live once.
Unintentionally getting laid was also fixing your mood. Who knew an orgasm was a great way to fix an attitude problem? Well, at least most of your attitude problems.
You were outside running the trail that weaved its way around the base, at least once or twice a week Price would make you and the team run until you thought you would pass out. Something about endurance training. Running wasn't the worst thing but the harsh trail and uneven ground that zigzagged and dipped made you want to tear your hair out.
Your breath came out in small puffs, the cold air around you doing little to soothe the hot ache of your muscles. Your baby hairs stuck to your forehead and by the looks of it, you still had a few more miles left.
Jhonny ran beside you, his heavy breaths synchronous with yours. Up ahead was Gaz and Price and a few inches behind you was Ghost acting as caboose. You watched them run in front of you like you were studying a Peloton ad. Seriously, how the hell had they barely broken a sweat yet?? It was downright annoying how athletic they were.
âI swear, neither of them are human. Price just got cleared to run a week ago and he looks like he's having the time of his life.â You said between pants, next to you Soap laughed.
âCanât say I disagree with yaâ there Bonnie, think he just does it for show at this point.â He said, his voice equally hoarse. From behind you, Ghost chimed in, âMaybe if you two stopped talking you'd actually catch up to them by now.â
You shot Ghost a glance over your shoulder, âPeople in glass houses.â You quipped, considering he was the caboose it was a little ironic. Not by much but still.
Soap grinned, âSheâs right ain't she L.T.? Say, how's the arse of the train treating you? Got a nice view?â
Your laugh hurt, the air felt so thin but the pit of your stomach warmed. Talking while running (especially laughing) wasn't the smartest, but it was a distraction. Ghost swatted at the back of Soapâs head, cutting his laugh short.
From up ahead Price turned his head to look at you and Soap. âTwo miles left, Iâd suggest you save your stamina. If you fall behind on time you run extra.â He deadpanned. His voice barely sounded tired, the nerve.
You grimaced, âI think Iâd prefer one of your medieval torture methods than running any longer.â Despite what you thought was an amusing comment Price didn't look enthused.
âThat was a nice way of telling you and Jhonny to shut up, am I clear?â He said sternly, you held in your groan. Hookup buddy or not, Price was still annoying. âClear.â You and Soap said in unison.
The rest of the path was spent in lingering silence. And by the time you reached base, you felt like you had one foot in the grave. You hunched over, your hands on your knees as you took in as many breaths as you could without it hurting. Had the air always been this thin?
Price was a few feet ahead, hands on his hips as he cooled off. His hair was slightly messy and his body glistened with a thin layer of sweat. He reached for his shirt and pulled it up to wipe his face, exposing the hard muscle and his happy trail. Dear lord. You watched him like a hawk, zeroing in on his abs as they expanded and decompressed with each breath.
He glanced your way, you were incredibly obvious so it was no surprise how his eyebrow twitched up and his lips pulled into a wry smile. âI did tell you to save your energy.â He commented quite smugly, referencing your current state.
You snapped out of the trance his abs had put you in, leaning back up and darting your eyes away. âIâm fine, just catching my breath. And for the record that felt way longer than normal, at this point, you just like to watch the team suffer.â
Price chuckled, crossing his arms. âWell someoneâs bitter. But look, you did it and you came out fine. It's a win-win.â
You glared at him, unimpressed. âSure, you work me like a dog until I inevitably die of overexertion and I get a paycheck in the mail that I'll never be able to spend because I'm dead. Win-win.â You said sarcastically. Price's lips tugged up, his mutton chops creating an almost teddy bear-like effect.
The corners of his eyes slightly crinkled, âMaybe you should've taken up drama instead of Military. Might fit you better.â
Your lips pursed into a line, Price was quick witted, but way too full of himself. It was a good thing you were there to keep his ego in line, you liked to think of yourself almost as the balancing act of the team. After all, there could only be so many cooks in the kitchen before things got rocky. âGood thing they donât pay you for jokes.â You said, finally gaining back your breath.
Just as Price opened his mouth to give what was most likely a poor rebuttal a large hand patted your shoulder.
â[Name], pub tonight yeah?â It was Gaz. His beaming face almost made you squint. You took a minute to process his words, you were rarely one to inhabit the pubs on the outskirts of the base. But a brief memory of him and Jhonny asking you to go from earlier that morning cleared up your memory fog.
You cleared your throat and nodded, âYeah- wouldn't miss it.â You said through your teeth. Gaz looked forward to Price, âYou tagging along Price?â
You looked back at Price too, curious. He stood there a moment before sighing, rubbing the back of his neck. âGuess I will. Someone's got to keep the lot of yaâ in check.â Your spirit plummeted, the last time you were drunk in front of Price you started cursing at him like a drunken sailor. And you started kissing him in broadâŠdaylight? Nightlight? Whatever. The point was, that you had zero self-control when you drank.
Heck, you barely had any self-control when it came to Price. You were on him any chance you got, and mixing two of your greatest temptations just sounded like a recipe for disaster.
Gaz smiled, ruffling your sweaty hair. âGreat! Weâll leave after dinner, Price you're designated driver.â You forced yourself to smile back, giving a weak excuse for an âexcitedâ laugh.
âGreat.â You said through your teeth, giving an enthusiastic thumbs up. Price gave him a nod as he walked off towards Soap and Ghost.
âCanât wait.â You breathed to yourself.
Game plan: Don't drink and avoid Price at all costs. Simple enough. After all, it was just a pub, how bad could it be?
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Spoiler Alert: Bad. It could be bad.
In the first thirty minutes of being at the shabby pub, you'd broken your first rule by getting roped into a drinking game with Jhonny. Not the smartest of decisions by far that you made. But it did take off the edge, now the orange lighting and the peeling paint on the walls seemed quaint instead of creepy.
The warmth in your stomach buzzed with a low frequency that made you giddy. And you hadn't paid for any of your drinks courtesy of Jhonny. Things may have been turning out for the better if you stayed on your A game. But unsurprisingly you failed to do so.
You sat on one of the barstools, a classic marg in hand with the salted rim and fancy lime slice on the glass. Ghost was sitting next to you while you both watched Jhonny trying to sweet-talk some poor girl from across the bar. Price sat a few chairs down next to Gaz, wrapped up in a conversation with the old bartender. Slowly, you felt yourself getting cozy.
And you were drunk enough that you merely hummed along with the maroon 5 reruns that played in the background.
âI got fifteen on the girl slappinâ him by the end of the night.â Ghost said as you watched the scene unfold.
You couldn't help but let an unabashed giggle slip from your lips. âHonestly I can't tell if she wants to take him home or take him to the local station for harassment charges.â Ghost grunted in agreement.
The girl gingerly took another sip of her drink as Soap talked to (at) her. Earning another hearty laugh from both You and Ghost. After another minute of people-watching Ghost patted the bar table, fishing a pack from inside of his cargo pocket. âAlright, Iâm taking fiveâ I'll be outside.â He said as he got up.
You frowned but nodded, your gossip buddy was gone which was annoying. But instead of dwelling on it, you took another sip of your marg. The tequila burned your throat in a sickly sweet way, it wasn't the best drink you'd ever had but it did the job. Mid-drink you felt someone else walk up behind you, without warning someone slid into the empty stool next to you.
âThis seat taken?â You didn't recognize the voice, it was masculine but it didn't sound like any of the guys. You looked to your side, it was a guy. He looked to be taller, with pale skin, sandy brown hair, and dark eyes. He wasn't about to be on a magazine cover but he definitely wasn't hard to look at.
You didn't quite know what to say, âuhâŠyeah, I suppose by you.â It was a lame response but he did kinda already sit himself down.
He smiled, white teeth, a little crooked but nobody's perfect. He had a good jaw, not clean-shaven but it made him look a bit more approachable. âThatâs good to hear,â he was holding a drink, a gin-and-coke by the looks of it. âI saw you and your friend playing that drinking game earlier, pretty impressive, didn't think you'd be able to keep up.â
You gave a bit of an awkward laugh, unsure of what to make of the situation. But friendly conversation wasn't off the table, and the mystery man seemed nice enough. âYeah, I guess I did, thanks. You uh- you done anything like that before?â
Mystery man shook his head, âNo I can't hold my ale. I prefer to let the professionals handle that.â You laughed, finding the comment a little ridiculous.
âIâd hardly call myself a professional.â You replied, taking another sip of your drink. His eyes dipped down to your lips, watching as you raised the glass to your mouth and swallowed. But, they quickly averted back to your eyes.
âI don't know, I would hardly classify you as intermediate. I would buy you a drink but I'm not sure that much to drink in one night is healthy.â He said smoothly, leaning one elbow against the counter.
Buy you a drink? Okay, maybe a bit too friendly. But maybe he was just being nice, people buy strangers drinks all the time. You nodded, âOh that's nice of you. Yeah, I'd say after this Iâll call it quits.â You said, raising your marg.
He hummed and nodded, licking his lips. âHopefully you're not too drunk, right?â Something about his tone you didn't like, it was like he was teasing you.
You averted your eyes, âUh hopefully not. Just buzzed for now, Iâll probably feel the brunt of it later.â You laughed awkwardly.
âDid you drive here yourself?â Okay, what was with all the questions? You weren't sure if that was a courteous thing to ask or just downright nosy.
You shook your head, âNo someone drove me.â You said simply, keeping it short and sweet. Maybe then he'd get the vibes you were putting off. He hummed, his eyes drilling into you like one of those toy lasers.
âAre you going home with anyone?â He asked, you almost choked on your drink. What was with this guy? How did you go from drinking the game two seconds ago to this??
He cut you off before you had the chance to say anything, âBecause if not, Iâd be willing to drive you back. Free of charge, of course.â
Free of charge my ass.
The actual charge probably consisted of a blow job in the back seat of his Toyota Corolla. Or white van, you were still figuring out the vibes on this guy.
You were stunned to speak, absolutely dumbfounded by the lack of social cues. It was like walking into the shallow end of a pool only to step into eight feet of water. To make it worse he reached forward, brushing a stray piece of hair out of your face. âCome on, don't leave me hanging. What do you say?â
Pound!â
Something hard hit the counter, making both your drinks wobble. You swiveled your head towards the noise, and low and behold your second greatest desire now stood between you and the mystery guy. Price.
His fist on the counter cut the conversation short as well as all the noise around him. Creating an oh-so-silent bar. The mystery man retracted his hand like he'd been scorched by an open flame. Looking up at Price with a bewildered expression, âWhat the fuck man?â He asked with a furrowed brow.
Price looked down at him, his expression unmoving. âApologies, but I think it's time you go bother another person. Particularly one that isn't a part of my team.â
Whatever thoughts of arguing that the mystery man had immediately died as Price crossed his arms, puffing himself out like a bird when ruffling its feathers. You looked at both of them incredulously, sure you were glad Price came to the rescue but you could've handled it yourself. You didn't need him to come barreling through like a charging rhino to handle something you didn't even ask him to do.
You looked around to see everyone's heads turned in your direction, looking between Price and the other guy. Suddenly the alcohol in your stomach turned sour, and you felt your cheeks grow hot from the unwanted attention.
âJeez, look I wasn't looking for any trouble. I didn't know she had a man, my bad.â He said, holding his hands up in surrender. Price didn't budge, guarding you like a stone wall. âThen off you go.â He said sternly.
The mystery guy nodded, sliding out from the barstool and walking past you and back to the table where he came from. The pub started to go back to normal, people picking up where they left off. Price turned back to you, his posture deflating a little. He looked down at you, and from the way you were looking back at him, he immediately knew something was amiss. âWhat?â He asked.
Your eyebrows slid lower on your face, your lips pursing into a tight frown. âWhat do you mean âwhat?â What the fuck was that?â You whisper shouted at him, your cheeks still burning with embarrassment.
Price looked at you like you were crazy, a frown on his lips. âThe bloke was touching you, you think I'm just going to stand by and let him paw at you?â He asked defensively.
Oh please. He barely even touched your face. It wasnât great, but, it didnât warrant Price making a whole spectacle. Especially not in front of the team, let alone a group of spectators. You looked back at Gaz, who was staring directly at you, then at Jhonny, who went back to talking to the girl.
âCan we talk about this somewhere else?â You signed, not wanting to be in earshot of Gaz who was most definitely eavesdropping. Friend or not, he couldn't know any more than he already did, the bastard was perceptive enough as it was.
Price glanced at Gaz and then back to you, his jaw working with tension. âFine.â He huffed, you were a bit taken aback by the irritability in his tone. Why was he so mad now? He was the one who caused the scene. Nonetheless, you slipped out of the bar and followed Price as he stormed off.
You weaved through tables and people, trying your best to squeeze by without knocking into anything. Price walked into an emptier hallway that led to the restrooms. It was one of those creepy hallways with no overhead lights and weird pictures strung across the walls. You eyed the peeling wallpaper, it was like you'd stepped into a time capsule. Warm light poured from the main area of the bar, casting an orange hue against you and Price that was cut off by shadows.
He turned back to you, the furrow in his brow knitting the skin in between. He looked sexy. The thought popped into your mind before you had the sense to block it out. While very true you had to stand your ground. A hot man and some liquor in your system would not sway your resolve. (Maybe it could sway it a little.) focus!
âWhat was that? You charging up to that guy and slamming your fist on the counter.â You asked folding your arms over your chest.
Price leaned against the opposite wall, facing you. âI didn't charge up to him, I simply made it clear that he crossed a line.â He said defiantly. You raised a brow, unsure of what to make of the blanket statement.
âWhat line?â You asked, to which Price scoffed.
âHe tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, and don't think I didn't hear the way he was interrogating you. Come off it [Name], I know you're not stupid, you could see clear as I could what that fucker wanted.â He spat.
You exhaled, either the liquor was catching up to you or it was starting to get hot. âWell yeah, but he barely did anything, and that hardly warranted you taking matters into your own hands.â You defended, â-I could have just told him to fuck off or something. I didn't need you charging in like a bull and letting the entire bar know.â
You watched Priceâs hand bawl into a fist, flexing the strain in his neck as he glared down at you. âWhat else was I supposed to do? Politely ask him to leave? When he's got his dirty hands on you like that-â He groaned, wiping his face with one hand.
âI'm not defenseless, I don't need you to rescue me.â You retorted, your hands holding your arms tighter to your chest.
Price rolled his eyes, âI know that. Donât get smart with me.â He said pointing a finger your way, his mouth curling into a small snarl. âYou don't get it, watching him practically undressing you with his eyes. It was fucking aggravating to watch- the way he looked at you.â
You were a bit surprised that he caught on to that, but you didn't feel like he was undressing you with his eyes per se. More like just intently staring, you pushed his accusatory finger down. âYou're exaggerating, and you don't even know what he was thinking.â You tried to reason.
Price looked at you with a glare that wouldâve made anyone else back down. But you didn't, as Jhonny once commented, you had the rather: âFucking idiotic tendency to never be scared of Price.â What could you say? You liked a challenge.
He took a step forward, making you take one back. Your back hit the wall of the hallway. Like a caged animal, you were trapped. âI know exactly what he's thinking.â Price snarled, he grabbed your face. The rough pads of his fingers pressed into your hollow cheeks, his hand was so big it dwarfed your lower jaw.
â-Because I fucking think of the exact same things when I look at you.â His voice was harsh and low, sending ripples through your spine like shock waves. Priceâs hand forced your face up so it was locked dead onto his, making you look into his eyes shadowed by the darkness. Flecks of light caught on his face, against his beard and jaw. If anyone were to walk into the hallway, it may have looked like Price was about to devour you like a starving carnivore.
You shuddered, he was so close it was driving your senses crazy. You could smell him, taste the venom in his voice, and God did it turn you on. You wanted more, you wanted to push his buttons. It felt good to drive him to the point of fury, to watch him slowly lose his composure. Years of hard discipline and mental strength all crumbling within minutes, and you wanted to watch.
âI donât care if every man on the planet looks at me that way. I'm not yours, you don't get to put a claim on me. And you sure as hell don't get to make a scene in front of the entire bar and the team.â You spat back. Like an open flame, the wildfire between you and Price only seemed to burn brighter, faster, harder.
â-And what happened to being discrete huh? Last time I checked, scaring off any guy who looks in my direction isn't discrete.â You pried.
Price scowled down at you, his breathing starting to grow more labored. His hand clenched your face more forcefully, not enough to hurt but enough that you couldn't move. âYou're right. You don't belong to me, but I am still your Captain, and you answer to me. Not to Gaz, or Jhonny, or Ghost. Not to some stupid prick who just wants a quick fuck. Me.â
Price was slowly getting angrier, to be honest, you rarely saw him this pissed. But deep down, it kind of did something to you. Knowing that you were the cause of his anger.
It was an ache that settled deep within your bones, making your blood coarse red hot. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was something more. Either way, you didn't care, you just needed to feel the satisfaction of breaking his ressolve. Stripping him of every facet that made him a man and revealing the primitive monster that lied underneath.
Your eyes narrowed into slits, âFuck you Price.â
There was a beat of silence that stretched for far too long. It was so quiet you could almost feel the way your heart hammered in your chest. You made hard eye contact with him, watching the way his eyes widened and how his irises scanned over the expanse of your face.
âFuck me?â He spoke, his voice hard and breathy. His hand forced your face up, straining the muscles in your neck. The back of your head was pressed into the hard wall with firm pressure. And to your surprise, the corner of his lip turned up into an amused smile. âFuck me huh?â He repeated, and as suddenly as it appeared, his smile dropped.
âFuck you.â He spat, surging forward into a clash of tongue, teeth, and lips. You quickly grabbed at his head, twisting your fingers through his hair. Your arms wrapped around him like a constricting snake.
The kiss was so rough you didn't even know if it could be classified as a kiss really. His body practically slammed into you, pinning you to the wall like a fly caught in a spider's web. One of his hands still clutched your face while the other was pressed flat into the wall beside your head. You heard one of the pictures that was hung on the wall next to you clatter to the ground. Everything seemed to fade into the background, all that mattered was the man who was currently pinning you to the wall.
Price was kissing you like a man starved. You forgot where you were, what you were doing, and why you felt so angry in the first place.
You distantly felt his hands move down to roughly cup your ass and then the back of your thighs. Price hoisted you up, trapping you between the wall and himself. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, grinding your hips against his. You groaned as you felt his tented pants against your clothed core, he was hard as a rock.
Your hands raked down the expanse of his back, fisting the soft cotton of his shirt between your fingers. Price took a few steps back, holding you to his chest still. His back hit the other wall with a thud, making the other pictures rattle. He kept maneuvering around like a blind man until his back hit the door to one of the bathrooms. It gave way to his weight, swinging backward.
âPrice what-â Your words were cut off by another open-mouthed kiss. You returned it just as eagerly, maybe asking what he was doing could wait another minute. Priceâs back hit the door again, one of his hands scrambling for the lock. He carried you across the empty bathroom, bouncing off the walls and counters as you went.
He managed to open the door to the last stall tucked away in the corner. Slamming against the stall you kissed him like an animal, clawing at his back and rolling your hips into his.
After another minute you pulled away for a breath, panting like you'd just swam up for air. His breath fanned your lips, thick with his taste and your mixed spit. The dingy bathroom was poorly lit, casting everything inside it in a dark light. You swallowed, âWhat are we doing in here?â You panted.
Priceâs hands squeezed your ass, âMaking sure nobody else can see what I'm about to do to you.â His voice was heavy and thick, like molasses sugar. The richness of it clouded your senses, making you loopy. Without warning he pulled you off him, setting you down on your feet with a hand tangled in your hair.
âOn the ground.â He spoke, more of a command than anything.
You blinked, either it was the round of drinks or just his effect on you but the words barely processed. âWhat?â You breathed, your eyebrows knitting together.
Price gave your head a sharp yank, a surprised gasp slipping past your lips. His thick digits curled around your hair tighter, pulling your scalp taunt. âI said on the ground, I know you can listen to me.â He said, his voice was rough now, scratching against your eardrums like sandpaper. You knew you were in far too deep to back out now. (Not that you wanted to). So, you obeyed, much like an animal self domesticating itself to survive.
Your knees pressed into the cool, hard tile. Price still held your hair, craning your neck up to look him in the eyes. You saw it, the small restraint he always held, like a second face he wore around everyone else- it was gone. There was pure, unabashed want in his eyes. You felt your lungs deflate, the breath leaving your body. Hands that held his thighs dug into his jeans, an unspoken message that screamed âgo.â
The adams apple in his throat bobbed, and Priceâs other hand migrated to his belt. Gradually he unclasped the silver belt buckle, âYouâre a smart girl [Name]. I know you didn't just say all of that before causeâ you wanted to prove a point to me.â He spoke, sliding the leather band open and pushing the top button of his pants through the slit. â-I know you're not that fucking stupid. So tell meâŠwhy did you? Just to get under my skin? To rile me up?â
Your throat ran dry, eyes glued to his fingers as they slid down the zipper. Preening to watch the way his boxers spilled out of the narrow opening. Price yanked your head back again with a sharp yelp on your part.
âLook at me. Not my cock, you'll have plenty of time to look at it later.â He breathed, pools of navy boring in your eyes. His pupils dilated, the soft red that colored his cheeks and ears doing little to soothe the roaring flame that burned between your legs.
You were at a loss for words, to be honest, you weren't completely sure why either. A sense of curiosity? It was hard to put into speech, âIâŠI wanted to see what you'd do.â You answered, making his eyebrow twitch up.
âThats all? Not because you have a fascination with me? With fucking with my goddamn head. You don't like driving me insane?â He spat, palming a hand over himself. Your eyes flicked down, watching the fabric of his briefs stretch over the bulge.
You swallowed, looking at him tentatively. âI wanted to see the real you. Not the front, not the put-together Captain. You.â
A silence hung in the air, one that casted a thick layer of tension between you. Priceâs lips turned upwards, a darkly amused chuckle echoing through the empty bathroom. âYou already had me, baby.â He reached his hand into his briefs, pulling out his thick cock. He groaned, rubbing his hand up and down his appendage, âFucking temptress that's what you are. You want me to not hold back, is that it? To fuck you stupid?â
You couldn't take your eyes off him even if you'd wanted to. No matter how many times you saw his dick it never got old, all you could do was marvel at it. He was big, and more importantly, he was thick. You watched his hand stroke the peachy skin, watching the heaviness of its girth and the reddened mushroom tip that beaded with milky pre-cum.
Price laughed, eyeing the way you looked at him like a starving animal. âThis what you wanted? What all the fuss was about?â You couldn't help but nod, wetting your lips just at the sight. â-Tell me you want it. That you want me to fuck your throat raw.â He spoke, Price held himself just out of reach. Like a cat with a feathery toy, you were completely entranced.
You nodded, âPrice fuck my throat.â The words sounded so odd coming from your mouth, so raw and crude it almost surprised you.
Price gave your head a small tug, a satisfactory grin on his face. He looked down at you, nodding his head to you as if to say âGo ahead.â You could barely contain yourself as your hands slid around his cock, feeling the burn of hot skin beneath your palms. He was so thick your one hand almost couldn't wrap around his girth, two hands would have to do the job.
The weight of his length felt good, oh yeah, and not to mention that he was harder than a metal pole. Hastily you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, swirling your tongue over the bulbous tip.
Priceâs head fell back against the stall door, his hips twitched forward. A hearty groan fell from his parted lips. The hand in your hair gave you an encouraging squeeze. You hummed, letting the vibrations from your voice reverberate off his dick. He tasted like skin, musky and salty, leaving an earthy kind of aftertaste that clung to your tongue like syrup.
You separated with a lewd âpop, watching the muscles in Priceâs neck strain. Dipping your head you licked a stripe up his cock, coating the length in a thin layer of spit. One hand stroked him up and down while the other dug into his thigh, leaving small crescents into the fabric of his pants. Beads of pre-cum spilled out from the small slit of his tip, you let your thumb swipe over the head generously lubing up his base.
Priceâs hands tightened in your hair, âFuck- that's it. Just like that pretty girl.â He panted, earning a pleased hum from your lips.
Without warning you took his cock back into your mouth, sinking down the furthest you could without gagging. The gummy walls of your throat tightened around the foreign object, accompanied by a wet gulping noise. You inhaled through your nostrils, trying your best to take him further.
Price cursed loudly, the sound of his voice bouncing across the tile walls. His cock twitched in your mouth. You moved your head down then forward, repeating the motion until you found a steady rhythm of bobbing down on his dick. What your mouth couldn't reach your hand made up for, squeezing and stroking faster and faster. He was so wound up you could practically feel the tension under his skin.
You pulled off of him, your mouth agape as you panted. Spit and other fluid gleamed against your lips like a gloss. Price looked down at you, confusion written across his face with a tad of concern.
âAre you okay?â He said through heavy breaths, to which you nodded. However, you shot him a stern look.
âYou're holding back.â You panted, staring at him with a knowing glare. Price looked at you, unsure of how to respond to your accusatory tone. â-I said-Fuck. My. Throat.â
His face hardened, and the same animalistic gleam came back. âFine. You want me to let go? I can let go.â
That was all it took before his hand wrapped around your hair like a rope. Pushing you down his cock inch by fucking inch. He moaned through his teeth, âFuck- you know what to do if it gets to be too much.â He said breathlessly. It was true, you did know you always had an out, but this was way more fun.
Your jaw went slack to accommodate him, the stretch of him down your throat sending full-body shivers down your spine. Then he started to move. Your hands found his thighs, digging your nails into his pants.
Price made good on his promise, fucking your throat like it was his lifeâs goal. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat making you almost gag, hot tears stung your eyes. It was rough and desperate, he used your throat like he hated your guts. And you couldn't help but love every second of it, you managed to crack him. The hard shell he kept, and the walls he built up, were slowly crumbling down.
Then, as quickly as he pushed you down he pulled you off of him. You sucked in a desperate breath, making a small noise of confusion. You stared at Price with a quizzical look, one that bordered on âwtf??â
Price looked wrecked, his hair tussled and cheeks tinged red. Small beads of sweat trickled down his temples, but he smiled. âI'm sorry baby, did you want me to keep going?â He exhaled, an almost pitying aspect to his tone. The hand in your hair slid down to cup your chin, a rough thumb swiping over your puffy bottom lip.
âWhyâd you stop?â You frowned up at him, and try as you might the disappointment in your voice was clear as day.
Price cupped your jaw, forcing your head back further. âBecause as much as I love your mouth, I would much rather cum in that beautiful cunt of yours.â
You tried not to choke, refusing to give him the satisfaction that his words sent whole body shivers through you. But, it did sound heavenly, so you nodded and let him help you to your feet again. From there he guided you up against the stall, your palms flat on the cool door.
Priceâs chest went flush with your back, his face tucked into where your shoulder met your neck. His hot breath fanned against you and the hairs of his scruff tickled your skin. Thick hands found your hips, sliding to your crotch to unzip your pants. You tried not to let your breath hitch as he palmed a hand over your clothed cunt.
âJesus- this wet for me already? Haven't even touched you yet, but here you are, soaking your panties like a slag.â Price murmured into your nape, and even though you couldn't see it, you could feel his smirk.
You bit down on your cheek, âBig talk from someone who could barely keep it together while getting a simple blowy.â Your pants slid down and a sharp blow was delivered to your behind. You yelped, caught off guard by the harsh slap.
âCareful.â He murmured, his voice reverberating off the shell of your ear. Your eyes stung with tears as the burning sting of his mark cooled into a low ache. â-We don't have a whole day for you to think of a good comeback before someone comes knocking on that door. So Iâd try to cooperate unless you want me to leave you high and dry. Which I'm perfectly fine with doing.â
Liar. He was bluffing, but Price was just as stubborn as you were and would most definitely make you wait an unseemly amount of time just to cum. So, for once in your life, you listened.
Trying to bite back your moans, you stood statue-still as Price tugged the offending garment to the side. Two fingers slid along your folds before plunging inside with a wet squelch. âFuck, you're tight. You sure you can take me?â He breathed, and you threw your head back into his chest. He fingered you slowly, mapping out every crevice and dip with the pads of his fingers.
It wasn't enough. You needed more, âPrice if you don't fuck me right now, I swear to god, I will do it myself.â Okay, so maybe that sounded a little bit more desperate than intimidating, but it got the message across.
You felt his breathy chuckle against your ear, and suddenly, his fingers slipped out of you. âYes ma'am,â he said. However, the empty void left by his fingers was soon replaced by the burning contact of his cock against your swollen folds. Price groaned as he slid himself back and forth, gathering up your slick to use as lube.
A shudder ran down your spine, your palms pressing against the door harder. You pushed your hips back against him, earning another pleased hum from your Captain. You could barely breathe, there was a burning tension that ate away at your core. Like a rope stretched too tight, all you could do was wait for it to snap apart.
His tip slowly slipped inside your hole, the burning stretch of his girth sending the hairs at the back of your neck up. Inch by inch he seethed himself into you, âPrice-holy fuck.â You moaned, even with how wet you were, no amount of lube would ever fully prepare you for the sheer mass of him.
Price drew you in, letting your walls stretch and mold to his dick. His hands grabbed at your hip and lower stomach, holding you in place. His beard brushed against your collar as he placed a few nipping kisses on your neck. âI know baby, I know, taking me so fuckinâ well. Shit, this pussy was made for me.â He murmured into your sweaty skin.
Without warning, his hips drew back only to snap forward again. You couldn't help the unseemly moan that fell from your lips, he pounded into your cunt like it was his last day alive. The sloppy sounds of skin echoed through the room.
âOh my god- Price.â You choked out, the side of your face pressed against the door. â-feels so good.â You panted between wet slaps as his hips drove into your behind. You could barely think over the sound of your moans, each second that his dick plunged back into your sopping pussy felt like sparks being lit inside of you.
He moaned, his voice resounding across the shell of your ear. A hand snaked its way up your stomach and cupped your neck like a choker necklace. His skin burned, thick fingers curling around your scruff. It didn't hurt but it was firm, making you pliant to his body. âThat's it. Take my cock, let me fuck you like the slut you are.â He grid out, â-this pussy knows what she wants, and it's me. Nobody else can fuck you like I do. Nobody else can give you what you need, what you deserve.â
Your cunt fluttered around him, causing his hips to stutter before driving back into you with so much force your hips hit the door.
Knock knock knockâ
You're body went rigid, and all the air in your lungs seemed to escape your ribs. Fuck! You had totally forgotten that you were in a public bathroom for Christ's sake. Price had locked the door, but that didn't mean people wouldn't try and come in.
Knock knock knock!â
It was louder this time, more impatient. You tried to look back at Price, but his hand on your neck held your head still. He wasn't stopping.
âNot so fast girly, Iâd like to finish what I started.â He chuckled, angling his hips as he slammed back into your cunt. The head of his cock nuzzled against the spongy muscle of your g-spot. You were so caught off guard you didn't have time to cover the absolutely shameless moan that slipped from your lips.
Price groaned, and his cock twitched. âFuuckk that's it, let them hear you. Let everyone know how good I'm making you feel, how good I'm fucking this pussy.â You could barely process his words, everything was starting to build up to the point you were almost seeing stars. â-Come on baby, cum for me. Cum on my cock.â He panted through firm thrusts.
A sharp cry rang through the empty walls, you saw white. Body pulsing as the waves of euphoria washed over your body like the tide. Each thrust sending new shocks down your spine, prolonging every second of your orgasm. Priceâs hips stuttered, a loud curse ringing from his lips as he came inside you.
What followed was an extended silence that was filled with heavy pants. You could barely stand, Priceâs chest flush with your back, his head leaning against your shoulder.
âThink they got the message?â Price mused, his voice thick with exhaustion. You couldn't help the laugh that rose from your chest, listening in for another knock. When none came you sighed, âGuess so.â You breathed.
After another minute of rest Price pulled off of you, leaving a trail of cum seeping down your thigh. Not to mention your sweaty back and all-around messy appearance. Price simply grinned at you when you shot him a nasty glare, using some toilet paper to clean up the fluids. âWhoops.â He shrugged.
It was a good thing you were on the pill, you might've slapped him if otherwise. He chuckled and pressed a âsorryâ kiss to your temple, âCome on soldier, you look like you've been through a war.â He quipped. You didn't even try to laugh at that one.
âFunny.â You said sarcastically, but once he opened the door after redressing you, you froze. The reflection in front of you looked wellâŠlike you had just been fucked in a bathroom stall. Small bites and hickeys littered your neck, poking up to where it was obvious to see. You hit his shoulder, âYou dumbass, I look like I've been attacked by a swarm of mosquitoes! What the hell is the team going to think Mr. Designated Driver?â
Price looked at your reflection too, scratching the back of his neck. âWeâll find you a coat.â He settled on.
There was a small beat of silence, you looked back at him. âA coat, and I get to skip running drills for next week. Then you're forgiven.â
He looked back at you, âDeal.â
ËË°âą*ââ·
You really shouldnât have been doing this. It was stupid, completely idiotic. (maybe not as stupid as hooking up with your captain in a pub bathroom.) But alas, John Price could charm you into anything.
The cold night air of autumn nipped at your nose, making your face feel numb. Somehow you still felt the breeze blow through your bones while bundled up in a large coat and scarf. Hands in your pockets, you tried your best to walk inconspicuously through the small town streets next to the base.
It was late, past lights out. Just minutes before you were getting ready for bed. However, when Price called you up out of the blue asking for you to meet him for a night walk, curiosity got the best of you. To say it was odd would be an understatement, but you knew better than to pass up the opportunity. The nightlife in the little town was pretty nice, with Halloween now in full swing and all.
Small pumpkins and candles littered the ground while stores and bars were strung with purple and green lights. For a second you almost forgot you were supposed to be meeting Price. You checked your phone, reading over his message again.
[Captain]: The place is by the park, on 82th Ave. Itâs an outdoor pop-up, festive. You can't miss it.
You looked over at one of the street signs, 79th Ave, it said. At least you were getting closer, directions weren't really your strong suit so all you could really do was hope for the best.
If anyone saw you out of base, especially with Price youâd 100% raise a few eyebrows not to mention you'd be in deep trouble. So you dipped your head as low as it could go to conceal your identity. Was this behavior one of a paranoid schizophrenic? It was possible. But after the phesasco at the bar, you were okay with being weary.
You heard a soft crowd of voices coming from a distance away. Walking towards it you saw a playground lit up with small lights, two children with what looked like their parents chasing them across the woodchips. More adults walking around the greener outskirts of the ground, laughing and holding dogs on leashes.
It stirred something good inside you, like a warm feeling that you didn't often get. You stopped walking, just watching the scene play out like a domestic storybook.
âTook you long enough.â
You jumped, whipping around to see the deep voice behind you. Standing there was Price, dressed in a thick coat with worn-out jeans. He held two plastic cups in his hands, steam rising off the mystery substance inside.
âYou scared me,â You deadpanned. Your eyes went from the drinks in his hands back to his face. â-Whatâs with the cups?â
Price rolled his eyes, nodding behind him to the pop-up stand. âItâs cold, so I got you something to warm up.â He handed you one, which you accepted. Raising it to your nose, you sniffed the steam. It was warm, thick with spices, and sweet. You looked back at Price with a quizzical look, to which he smiled. âItâs cider.â
You raised an eyebrow, looking at him skeptically. âNot the spiked kind I hope.â Holding the cup a bit away from you like it was radioactive. Price's eyes crinkled, chuckling as he shook his head.
âNo, not spiked. We've got drills in the morning, I wouldn't do that to you.â With his confirmation, you took a sip, pulling your scarf down so you could drink. The hot liquid burned your tongue, but the flavor was worth it as it slid down into your stomach. Your eyes flickered up from the rim of the cup, looking at Price.
His eyes were on you, looking at you with a rare kind of softness. But after the split second of eye contact, he was the first to look away. You wiped your lips of the remaining sweetness, âPrice what are we doing here?â You asked.
He cocked an eyebrow, âI thought I told you we were going on a night walk.â He said nonchalantly, earning a half-grunt on your part.
âI know that, but why am I here? I doubt that you're incapable of walking alone.â You pointed out, but Price just shrugged.
âGood company.â He said serrupticously, a wry smile stretched onto his lips. â-Are you really that averse to spending time with me? I'd hope after all this time spent together I wouldn't need a reason to want to be around you.â Price started walking, and out of instinct, you followed behind him until you were shoulder-to-shoulder with him.
âYou're a bad lair.â You said, taking another sip of your cider. You watched the calm nightlife and a thought bubbled into your mind. Maybe to an onlooker you and Price probably looked like a couple just going on a stroll. It wasn't rocket science to see that there was a fraction of tension between you. Your cheeks pinked at the thought, but you pushed it away as soon as it came.
Price was also looking at the surrounding people, an odd look on his face. Something akin to yearning or want. He must've felt your stare because he spoke up. âInquiring minds?â
You averted your eyes, âSorry.â To which he shook his head, taking a sip of his drink.
âDon't bother, itâs fine.â He said cooly, his eyes fixed on a family standing a few feet away. You looked back at them then back to Price. A dawning washing over you in an instant. Your eyes furrowed in question.
âYou uh⊠have a family?â Jesus that sounded choppy, you cringed at yourself. He looked at you a little surprised but shook his head.
âI mean sure. Everyone does, at least at one point. But if you're asking if I do currently then no.â You nodded, feeling a little bad for asking. It wasn't too uncommon in your field, but it still put a grim mood in the air. You tried thinking of ways you could rectify it.
âSoâŠno crazy ex-wife or estranged children that I need to be worried about?â You said humorously, when Price smiled, a part of you sighed in relief.
He shook his head again, glancing at you. âNo ex-wife or estranged children, no.â You smiled and nodded, but that raised another question.
âHow come?â you asked simply.
He shot you a pointed look, âYou're asking me that like I'm ancient. I'm not that much older than you are,â He breathed. â-But if you have to know I guess I just never had the time. It's a bit testy trying to form long-term connections with people when you're in this line of work.â
You nodded in understanding, he was right. The long deployments, chances of not coming back, weird hours, it all would put a strain on a relationship. It didn't stop some, however, sometimes after not seeing the good in humanity for so long you lose the ability to connect with anyone. Especially ânormalâ people.
Your mind flashed to an old ex-boyfriend who used to talk at length about how cool it was that you got to âkill people for a living.â You didn't see it that way. Desensitized or not, it was still a human life you were taking, it took a toll, even if you were getting paid for it.
âI get that. It's hard to commit to someone you don't get to see most of the time.â You shrugged, a part of you wanted to ask about every relationship he'd ever had. More importantly how you fared against them. And for some odd reason, you felt uncomfortable knowing that he had been with other women. Maybe it was just basic biology or primitive instinct.
Price nodded, âIf I could I would've.â He glanced back at the family, watching as the dad swept up his toddler into a hug. It was bittersweet, the way Price looked at the display, dangerously pulling at your heartstrings.
You gave him a weary smile, âThereâs still time. Like you said, you're not ancient. Why not just retire and settle down with someone?â
Price looked back at you for a split second, not saying anything. He looked back out at the dark trees, the leaves rustling in the cold wind, and the lights that wrapped around the park. âMaybe at one point that was an option, but not now. I'm not cut out for it, my life is here. I'm no good at civilian shit, so I best stick to what I know.â
You didn't know what to say to that, it was a tough pill to swallow. It was silent for a few seconds. But, You nudged your shoulder with his, âWell then, I guess you're stuck with me.â Offering a somewhat awkward smile to go along with it.
Price looked down at you as he walked, his blue eyes were dark like the ocean. You didn't want to look away, you wanted to swim in his thoughts, drown yourself in his pools of navy grey. Eyes that housed so much hostility and venom towards you now bore into your own with a warmth that struck you like a match. His lips turned up, âGuess there are worse places to be.â
Your smile came back, and the mood between you ebbed into a lighter, happier atmosphere. Taking a last swig of your cider you shook your head, âYou guess? Need I remind you who asked me to be here?â
Price chuckled, doing the same and tossing his empty cup into a nearby garbage. âAlright, you win. I am grateful you came, like I said, all in good company.â
The conversation faded into a comfortable silence, and you and Price walked around the park. You watched as more and more people slowly started to dwindle, leaving it emptier than when you got there. After doing a sort of loop you both agreed to start walking back to base, and so you did. Shoulder to shoulder you walked with him through the small streets and shops.
Once you started coming up on the familiar large building a strong gust of air hit you. Your eyes shut tightly and your nose scrunched. When you did open your eyes back up Price was looking at you, you stared back at him. âWhat?â
Price snickered, âWind got you pretty good. There's a leaf in your hair.â He pointed out, to which you blindly started to try and fish out said leaf. He shook his head at your feeble efforts, stopping your hands.
âIâll get it. You're just messing it up.â He breathed, carefully his large hands combed through your head. Plucking out a pine leaf and a small fuzz, âThere.â He said proudly.
He flicked the unwanted objects off to the side, but one of his hands never left your hair. He was almost holding your face in his palm, you blinked up at him. Wondering why he wasn't letting you go, âIs there something else?â You asked.
Price looked at you, licking his lips before pursing them in a line. Slowly he shook his head, âNo.â It was silent for another beat, the soft puffs of your breath visible in the cold. You watched his adams apple bob as he swallowed.
âTell me you don't want me to kiss you.â He breathed.
Without a second thought, you shook your head no, âPrice kiss me.â It was almost alarming to you how naturally it came out. You barely even processed your own words.
And as his lips met yours in a chaste, soft kiss, you let yourself melt into him. You let him in.
ËË°âą*ââ·
You had five months until your time with 141 came to an end. In that time you had managed to befriend the whole team, make enemies with your captain, kiss said Captain, go on to have a very explicit no-strings-attached relationship with him, and nowâŠthis.
What was âthis?â Well, you didn't really quite know yourself. But after that night when he kissed you outside of base without any intention of hooking up with you, your clear-cut relationship with him became a jumbled mess of suppressed emotion. No longer were intimate gestures limited to sexual encounters, in fact, they were frequently more domestic.
Was this all of Priceâs doing? No. It was both, both of you were an intimacy-starved mess. But you couldn't help it, his private quarters were so nice and his king-sized bed seemed to fit both of you nicely on the nights you couldn't sleep. And what of it that you helped him with paperwork into the wee hours of the night? He hated being stuck up in his office alone, it was a kind gesture. Now you didn't even have to make your morning tea and coffee because whenever you made your way into the small break room a fresh cup was always sitting on the counter for you in Priceâs signature mug.
And on your weekends off? Oh, you bet your sorry (but not really,) ass he was stuck to your hip like glue.
Without knowing it, you and your captain had almost formed a routine together. One that slowly started filling the lonely silence of your day with his body, his voice, his presence.
You knew every scar on his body, you'd mapped them out like constellations. You learned something new about him every day too, it was exciting yet familiar all at once. Unbenoiced to you, 141 and by extension Price, had become home.
All of this had somehow been accumulating without your knowledge until now. To which this realization that you were a little too fond of your captain hit you like a truck. Bringing you to your current position, hunched over a small table that was tucked away in the corner of the break room. It was wayyy past lights out, but laying in your bed left with your thoughts and anxiety sounded nightmarish. A steaming cup of tea sat on the table a few inches away, (in Priceâs signature mug of course.)
Just as you were about to finally take a sip, someone walked in. You sat straight up, your heart running a million miles an hour. On top of that, you almost knocked your tea over. Who the hell was coming in at almost one in the morning???
It was Gaz.
You placed a hand over your racing heart, letting out the breath you didn't know you were holding. âJesus- you scared the shit out of me Garrick.â You said wearily.
Gaz stood at the door in his beat-up grey sweatshirt and plaid pajama pants. He looked a little rough, well, as rough as someone with his looks could be. He scratched the back of his head, âSorry, didn't think anyone would be up this late.â Dark eyebags colored his smooth brown skin, making him look like he was two steps from passing out.
Your eyebrows furrowed in a slight amount of worry, ârough night?â He nodded, walking into the room, and making a beeline for the refrigerator.
âPretty much, figured it was better to be awake than sleeping if sleep wasn't doing me any good.â He yawned, grabbing one of those refrigerated protein bars from the fridge. You nodded a silent understanding. Nightmares were commonplace, nobody talked about them, but everyone had a shared understanding of what went on in and after you woke up. Sometimes it was hard to distinguish where the dream ended and reality began.
He looked back at you as he tore the wrapper off, âWhat about you? You look like shitâŠso I want to say you're in the same boat?â Gaz took a large bite of his bar.
You groaned, your head falling back down on the wood table. âGee, thanks. But not really, just sorting out some other business.â You said bitterly.
Gaz hummed in understanding, but when you looked back up he was pulling the opposite end chair out. He sat himself across from you, folding his arms as he ate. âOkay, what's up then?â He said plainly.
You blinked at him, âWhat? No, I'm not just going to tell you. It's private.â You said shaking your head and putting your hands up as if to block his question. Gaz looked at you unimpressed, raising a single eyebrow.
âUh-huh, does it have something to do with Price?â He said, staring at you with the intensity of a laser.
You almost choked on your spit, looking at him like he'd just killed your family cat in front of you. Your mouth agape, âAbsolutely not. Why would you think itâd be about Price?â You said quickly.
Gaz simply looked at you, raising both his eyebrows at you. A silent communication of âAre you serious?â was said by his stare. After another moment of the staring contest, you gave up, dropping your head back down with a groan. âI'm so fucked.â You said defeated.
He perked up, âSpill.â Was all he said.
You covered your mouth, almost as if to stop yourself from saying anything. This was so breaking every agreement you and Price had talked about. But frankly, you were going insane keeping it to yourself. And maybe Gaz was the best person to tell, as much as you loved Ghost and Soap, they were useless at keeping secrets.
You glanced back up to Gaz, his brown eyes intently staring at you. Your resolve started to crumble, âI think Iâm in love with him.â Whispered, the haunting words magnifying the gravity of the situation you found yourself in.
Gazâs eyes shot wider like heâd just been injected with 1,000g of caffeine. His mouth fell open, and the half-eaten bar in his hands dropped onto the table. You both sat there staring at each other with similar mortified expressions. He shut his mouth, âI-Well that wasn't really what I expected to hear.â He said agast.
You buried your face into your hands, groaning. âFuck I know- I don't even know where that came from. But we've been likeâŠmessing around with each other for a few months, and I thought it was just that.â You sighed, rubbing your face with your palms. âBut now everything is like complicated, I just let my feelings take the reins and got ahead of myself. Now I don't know what to do and nobody knows because obviously, I couldn't tell anyone. After all, either of us could get in trouble.â
Gaz sat silent as you rambled on, â-Iâm still not sure exactly what I'm feeling. I've never felt this way about anyone else, I've had boyfriends, but not a weird hookup situation. So, I'm not sure how one really goes about this.â You looked down at the table, taking a breath. âSo, does that answer your question?â You breathed.
He stared at you, dumbfounded. âSo that rumor you got so mad over was true?â He said lamely, to which you groaned and threw your hands up in the air.
âNo!â You whisper shouted, â-I mean no but yes. The rumor came first, that night I stormed off Price kissed me. And after that things just kinda⊠got carried away.â You said sheepishly, feeling a bit guilty.
Gaz let out a deep sigh, leaning back in his chair. âJesus [Name], I knew something was going on between you but I didn't think it went that deep.â He ran a hand over his chin, scratching his jaw. â-SoâŠyou and Price have been secretly fucking, but just recently you realized that this uh, arrangement, has gone to shit because you now have feelings for him. Am I following?â
You pursed your lips into a tight line, âPretty much.â
He nodded and hummed in concentration, âOkay, but what changed? What made you realize you had feelings? Because to the rest of the team, it still looks like youâre at each other's throats.â Gaz said, crossing his arms.
You thought about it for a moment, trying to pull maybe a specific event from your memory. âI guess it just kinda built upâŠI mean he just changed. Sure we still fight but itâs more like banter now. He kisses me, and he holds me, he's funny and sweetâŠit's almost like I get to see an entirely new version of him that I just didn't see before.â
Gaz blinked at you, seemingly surprised. âActually?â He said, stunned. To which you nodded aggressively.
âYes- he's totally done a 180. But in a good way, he's still the same asshole but he's loving and caring too. And I feel like I'm pulling my teeth out just staying in a situation where he makes me feel like I mean so much, but then I have to go and pretend I hate him.â (you still sometimes did.)
Gaz listened to you speak, holding his chin while he thought about your words. After you were done, all he could do was sigh, âWellâŠshit. Half of me wants to pat you on the back while the other half wants to slap you across the face for being stupid.â
You scrunched your nose, holding your hands up in surrender. âPlease don't, I have enough problems as it is. I don't need to add a black eye into the mix.â
Gaz breathed an amused laugh, though, it sounded more weary than you would've liked. Even if it was the worst idea in the world to tell him, you felt better now that it was off your chest. You looked down at the table, âSo, what do I do now?â
He opened his mouth to respond but all that came out was silence. He was just as lost as you were.
You looked at him hopelessly, âCome on man, give me something.â
Gaz looked down at the table, pursing his lips in a tight line. Obviously, he had an idea, but he just wasn't saying anything. âWhat if you tried to make it work with him?â He proposed.
Your eyes widened a fraction, your mouth hanging open in what only could be described as âgobsmacked.â âYou're kidding right?â You asked, your tone nearly laughable.
He shook his head, crumbling up the wrapper of his protein bar and tossing it into a nearby trashcan. His shoulders rose with a sigh, âNo I'm not. I mean⊠why not just try? It sounds to me like you've got a fighting chance to make things work.â He said encouragingly.
You pinched the bridge of your nose, your eyes squeezing shut. âTwo minutes ago you said you wanted to slap me, and now you're telling me that I should go for it?â You said incredulous.
Gaz held his hands up in surrender, âYes, but that was before I knew everything. I just thought you were fucking the Captain at first, which is still completely idiotic. But it sounds to me like both of you are emotionally invested in each other.â He said putting his hands back down, â-And you're only here for a couple more months right? Just keep it on the down-low then you can do whatever you want. I'm like ninety percent sure that Price likes you too.â
You groaned, your head falling on the table with a clunk. âOnly ninety percent?â Peeking up to look at him, his face morphing into one of scrunched wash cloth.
âMaybe like eighty-five. But those are still good odds in my book.â He said guiltily, rubbing the back of his neck.
âYou're not helping.â You sighed, resuming your dramatic pity party. Gaz rolled his eyes at your antics, placing a comforting hand on your head and giving it an encouraging pat. âHey, I'm not saying you have to do some big confession. All I'm doing is suggesting that communicating with him may bring some good. Like Soap said that one time, Price acts differently around you, I think you've got some good chances.â
You finally looked up at him again, his face a pitying smile. âThink about it.â He said finally, leaving you with more on your mind than you originally started with.
âOkay, I'll think about it.â
ËË°âą*ââ·
Four months to go and nothing had happened. Well, not necessarily, the team had continued to train, your sneaking around with Price was still going, and the world kept spinning. Turns out that realizing one's feelings for another doesn't cause the sun to explode. Fascinating stuff.
However, there was still no confession of feelings of any kind. The two of you danced around your ârelationshipâ like it was a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode. Maybe it was for the greater good, some things were just better off unsaid.
In the meantime, your focus had shifted in light of new events that were fast approaching. You still cringed thinking of your first real mission back in Urzik, and while nothing horrible happened, it still left you with a sour taste on your tongue. There were small things 141 had been doing but now a new mission was right around the corner. There was still little to no word about rouge commander Shepard nor an explanation of the abandoned facility you had raided months back.
You still didn't even know if the two were connected, probably not. But it was still possible, maybe best not to think too hard about it. After all, you weren't the brains behind the operations, you were just the pon they sent to die in their place.
The air around 141 had become tense again, much like before Urzik. Everyone was on edge, especially Price. You were happy to take the edge off most of the time, but there were some things that sex just couldn't fix. And this fell into that category.
You were sitting on an office chair in one of the conference rooms around base. The rest of the team stood close to the large wooden table or sat in the other scattered chairs. The tension in the room was thick, nobody said a word. All focus was on Price, who stood a few feet apart from the group, flipping through a manilla folder. His eyebrows furrowed in tension and his lips pulled into a subtle frown.
He set the folder down, âWeâre going back to Urzik.â
You could almost feel the shift in the mood from bad to worse. But before you could voice your complaints Soap beat you to it. âWeâre going back to that shite hole? After what happened last time I would have assumed someone figured out that we should stay out of the terrorists and the Russians assholes.â
Price sighed, punching the bridge of his nose. âWe don't know if they were terrorists back at the compound. And Urzik hasn't been under Russian occupation since 2019.â He said, earning a half laugh from both Soap and Ghost.
âCome on Cap, you don't even believe that crap they're pushing.â Soap chuckled, his arms crossed over his chest. Leaning against the wall behind you.
While it was true that Urzikstan had been liberated from Russian rule, some of the men under General Markovâs command had disappeared after his death. Leaving some loose ends for the CIA and SAS to clean up. There had been some word of Markovâs men teaming up with local militant groups who despised Urzikâs central government. But it wasn't confirmed, nor viable.
Price shook his head, âIt doesn't matter if I believe it or not. The point is that we have a job to do and weâre not going to let past affairs get the better of our judgment.â He ran his hand over the scruff of his beard, â-Laswell wouldn't be sending us in again if she didn't have a good reason to. They have reasonable intel that just outside of Riyzabbi there's an abandoned bazaar where all of the goods from the compound were relocated.â
Ghost chimed in, âSo they're sending us on the same wild goose chase they did before? Who's to say they don't pull the same shite as last time?â
You nodded along with his words, he had a point. Price grunted, waving him off. âLike I said before, they have better intel. I'm asking you to trust me, if I see anything I don't like weâre out. Whatever is in there, we have the means to put it to an end.â
Everyone fell silent, taking in the information. It was a while before anyone spoke again, Soap sighed. âIf I have to eat that awful food back at checkpoint base Iâm quitting on the spot.â
For a second the mood shifted, and you laughed, but the reality of the situation was hovering over you like a looming storm cloud.
For a brief moment, you locked eyes with Price, and his stare told you everything you needed to know. He was just as frustrated, if not more so. His gaze shifted again, staring down at the table with an intensity you couldn't fathom. âEveryoneâs dismissed. We leave at 0500 in 72 hours.â
ËË°âą*ââ·
As Price said, 72 hours later, you were back in the air, flying to Urzikstan. An ache gnawed at the back of your head, making the already dreary ride more depressing. You were too uncomfortable to sleep and too tired to stay awake. Creating an odd out-of-body experience that you had the âpleasureâ of basking in for the whole 5-hour flight.
After you had landed at the checkpoint base you took a moment to reacquaint yourself with the landscape. Not much had changed aside from a few new tents and other minor additions to the camp. You felt a sense of Deja Vu looking at the old dining hall tent and medical area. Memories from your and Priceâs first kiss flooded your mind, under different circumstances, it might have been somewhat pleasant recounting the moment. But now, it only made you feel profoundly sad. It was nostalgic-back when everything was simpler between the two of you.
Whatever was bubbling up inside you, you shoved it down as far as it could go. Hating someone was a lot more straightforward than loving them.
You made your way to the âbarracks,â setting what little things you had onto the small cot. Everyone else was just as miserable as you were, obviously, this wasn't their first choice for sleeping quarters. A part of you wished it wasn't daytime, it would be easier to sleep away the anxiety and headache.
You had until dark to do as you pleased, when nightfall came, you were going to be loaded up into the trucks again. From there, you'd go to Riyzabbi, and once it was clear to do so, to the bazaar.
Just like the last time you were here, you felt a deep sense of dread. One that you couldn't pinpoint, nor could you explain away with âjust nervesâ. There was too much that you didn't know, and too little payoff. The only advantage 141 had was the element of surprise, and even that wasn't confirmed. A small part of you felt anger towards Laswell, she probably knew that there was something off about this mission, and yet she was sending you and the team directly into the pit of lions.
To quell the sense of impending doom, you started to wander around the checkpoint base. Not sure where you were going or what your end goal was, you continued walking. That was until you heard someone's voice bleeding out from one of the tent walls. Their tone was accusatory, malicious even, it was laced with so much venom you could feel your skin recoil. It didn't sound familiar, but the voice who came after it did.
âYou know just as well as I do it's a suicide mission. Iâm not sending my team out there to die. All for some fucking game of territory monopoly and protecting Shepard.â
Price.
The other voice spoke up again, seemingly more agitated than the first time if that was possible. âShepard is gone, and he sure as hell isn't going to be here in Urzik. And It's not a suicide mission. The CIA hired your team to do a job, not back out when things get real. Your opinion on how the government deals with involvement concerning foreign enemy affairs has no merit, Captain. If it were up to me, your team wouldn't even be here, but Kate Laswell keeps you on a tight leash doesn't she?â
You heard a loud bang, akin to a hard fist being slammed onto flat wood. âWatch your mouth. You and your muppets can both go crawl back under the CIAâs boot. As for Laswell, you know just as well as I do she would be more than happy to bring you and rouge commander Shepard's previous associations to the attention of your government.â
There was silence for a beat. Suddenly you could feel your heart beating, pounding in your chest. Your fingers felt numb, and even time seemed to slow. You could say with 100% certainty that you were not supposed to be listening, you weren't even sure if you wanted to keep listening. You heard footsteps coming from the inside, in your peripheral vision, you caught the slight rustle of the tent door. Without thought you jumped out of sight, pressing yourself to the side of the tent just as a man stormed out.
You watched the back of his head as he muttered something, you held your breath. After a good minute, you exhaled, silently creeping out from where you stood. Something in you was telling you to leave, to pretend you had never heard what you did. But there was a magnetic pull that drew you back into Price.
Carefully, you peeked your head through the tent door. A few feet away was Price, his back was turned with his hand over his face, the other on his hip. Before you could speak he turned around to see you, his eyes growing twice the size. Time seemed to freeze for a second time, you watched his eyes go from surprise to anger, and then to exhaustion. By the look on your face, he most likely already knew what you were hiding.
âHow much did you hear?â He sighed, rubbing his hand over his cheek.
You walked into the tent, standing awkwardly in front of the door. âJust the last part.â You confessed, swallowing what little bravery you had left.
Price didn't respond, his hand moving over his eyes to rub and smooth over his temples. His cheeks pulled in as he bit the inside of his mouth. âRight⊠well, I'm sorry you had to hear that.â He breathed, his voice more weary. A stark contrast to the raw anger you heard from him a few moments prior.
You shook your head, âDon't be sorry. At first, I was mad at you and Laswell for going through with this. But⊠I guess after that, I know you didn't want to either.â You tried your best to form a semblance of hope, giving him a drained smile. âLike you said, this mission is fucking suicide. But if anyone can lead the team and somehow come out alive, it's you.â
There was a flash of something in Priceâs eyes, it was the same thing that you saw back on your walk with him months prior. You glanced down at his hands, watching the way they flexed. Like he was aching to hold, to touch something. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, âIâm sorry.â He breathed, â-Iâm sorry that I'm putting you and the guys in this situation.â
Priceâs hand came back up, dragging it across the side of his face. His eyes shut tight, eyebrows knit together. âIt's justâŠthe longer I stay here, doing this, the more it's clear to me none of it was for a greater good. And I don't want that for you.â He sighed, â-IâŠI want you to know there is a way out [Name]. You don't have to continue to do this.â
This made you draw back, Price had never sounded like this before. He sounded like he was already admitting defeat, and like he was giving you a chance to escape what you chose to do. Your eyebrows furrowed, marching straight up to him with your lips twisted in a frown. You reached up to pull his hand away from his face, your other hand reaching up to cup his cheek with your hand. Your palm pressed against his jaw, feeling the rough bristle of his beard under the pads of your fingers. Forcing him to look at you.
âDonât do that.â You said sternly, making his eyes snap back. Looking at you with a mixture of surprise and confusion. â-Donât act like everything is already set in stone, we don't know what's going to happen. It could go bad but it could also be fine. And you're also acting like I didn't choose to be here, I'm willing to do this job Price. Just because I don't like what shady shit someone is doing behind the scenes doesn't mean I'm going to back out.â
Price stared at you, and you stared back. Willing him to understand that you had hope for him, you had hope for the team. Maybe it was stupid to try and be strong, but if you didn't try, you'd be giving up too.
You couldn't leave, not now. Not when you had a reason to stay. As much as you hated the idea of someone sending you into a death trap, the only thing you hated even more would be leaving Price to go into said death trap. You couldn't pry yourself away from him even if you tried. Your hand squeezed his, I love you, the gesture said.
Price squeezed your hand back, â[Name], I-â I love you, his eyes said. You shook your head, staring back at him with the same intensity.
âI know.â You breathed back. You couldn't stand it, you wanted to hear the words from his mouth. You wanted it with everything in you, but this was probably the worst time you could think of to confess. So, you settled for a mutual understanding. A silent promise, that when you came back maybe things could be different.
There was another beat before he leaned in, and like an idiot, you let it happen. Your hand tightened slightly against his cheek, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed you. His lips were warm, and you sighed into his mouth as you got a taste of him. His mouth that tasted like smoke and whiskey, and you yearned for more. His body was charged with an electricity that sent shivers down your spine. Every brush, touch, and groan had you on edge.
Before you knew it, he was pushing you up against the table that sat in the middle of the room. Your hand slid down from his face to fist into his shirt as you were slowly backed against the wood. You should've pushed him off, it was too risky to be doing this now. It was mid-day for fucks sake, not only that but anyone could walk into the tent.
Yet something about the tension, exposed and raw like an open cable wire, held you back from protesting. Hell, if this was the last time you were going to see him outside of the field, mind as well go out with a bang (literally).
Price must've come to the same conclusion by the way he sat you down on the table, standing in between your parted thighs. His breath was heavy and his lips slick, taking you in with his eyes. âFuckinâ Christ love, you're a vision. I don't say it enough, but you're gorgeous.â He murmured, breathless.
You felt your cheeks go hot, the warmth seeping up into your ears. Taking compliments was never your strong suit. Price pressed a chaste kiss on your forehead, his hands moving from your waist to the belt and zipper of your pants. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, âBaby lay back for me.â
Well with that voice, you couldn't bear to not comply. You hesitantly lowered your back onto the flat wood of the table. Propping yourself on your elbows, watching as Price slowly pulled your pants down to reveal your undergarments. His eyes flickered to you then back to your covered pussy, an insatiable hunger in those pools of navy blue. He lowered to his knees, hooking your thighs under his biceps. Price pressed a few soft nips and kisses to the burning skin of your inner thighs, earning a few soft gasps on your part.
Your nails scraped against the wood, biting down on your lip to keep your voice down. With one hand, Price hooked his finger against the fabric of your panties, parting it to the side to show your soaked cunt. A small groan left him at the sight of you, he glanced back at you. âYouâre gonna be quiet now right?â
Without a thought behind it, you nodded. Desperate to have his mouth on you, he leaned in, flattening his tongue to lick a long stripe up your folds. Your head fell back, eyes fluttering for a moment. When he started to swirl his tongue over your clit, you almost broke. âPrice-â You gasped out, your voice a whisper.
He hummed against your cunt, suctioning his mouth against your clit. âNo Price here, weâre far past that love. Use my name baby, use my name and I'll listen.â He murmured, the vibrations of his voice making your mind dizzy. One of your hands threaded into his short hair, guiding his face against your pussy.
âFuck- John, feels good. Feels so good.â You whispered, your voice almost a mewl. His dull nails dug into the meat of your thigh, groaning softly as he lapped at your weeping cunt. Your eyes squeezed shut, all of your concentration honing in on trying not to moan out loud.
His tongue switched between fast flicks of your clit and drawn-out open-mouthed kisses to your mound. When you got more desperate you guided him to where you wanted, and John was happy to oblige.
Your back was now flat on the table, thighs locked around Priceâs head like a boa constrictor. Your voice was now silent moans and labored breaths, and with every passing moment, it was harder to stay quiet. Your nails tugged at his hair, gripping onto him like a lifeline. John suddenly pushed his tongue into your hole without warning, pushing the tip of the muscle in and out with vigor. You nearly screamed, slapping a hand over your mouth to bite on your knuckle.
Price was devouring you like a man starving.
Your back arched off the wood of the table, methodically moving your hips in tandem with his tongues movements. The slurry of noises coming from Johnâs mouth and your cunt was obscene. Wet smacks of his lips mixed with small groans and deep gasps.
It felt like you were floating, your senses muddied beneath the feeling of his mouth. Your body was burning, a coil in your stomach just begging to snap. You bucked your hips into his face, begging him to quell the fires raging in your body. Price seemed to catch on, he held one of your thighs tight while the other slid between your legs. His mouth hovering over your pussy, he slipped a digit into your aching cunt.
You silently cried out, your core tightly gripping his finger as he curled it inside you. Then, he slowly worked in a second, mimicking the âcome hereâ motion with his fingers buried deep in your pussy. âAttaâ girl, little longer for me.â John breathed against you, his breath fanning against your cunt.
Suddenly he was on you again, swirling his tongue over your swollen bud while curling his digits in you. You could have died happy then and there, everything felt so good you couldn't think. Your nails dug into the table, marking it with long stripes.
Between his fingers and his tongue, you were a goner. Your vision went white, trying your hardest not to scream out to the heavens. âJohn- shit I canât I'm gonna cum.â You whined through heavy pants, tears pooling in the corner of your iris from the stimulation.
âCome on then, cum for me. Let go love, cum on my mouth.â He murmured against your sopping pussy, flicking his tongue over your clit and speeding the movement of his fingers.
That was all it took before you came, hard. Your back arched and your head fell back, biting down on your hand so hard that it hurt. Your thighs shook as the wave of your orgasm crashed over you, white-hot and mind-blowing. And John fucked you through it, never letting up on his page until you fell limp like a bag of flour. After those precious few moments, he gently slid his fingers from your cunt. Pressing a soft kiss to your thigh before setting it down slowly.
You were gone. Your brain turned to mush, a daze of post-orgasm exhaustion and giddiness. Slowly you blinked your eyes back open, letting John slowly guide you back to a sitting position. He held the small of your back while his other hand held your face.
âYou alright?â John murmured, his mouth shiny with your slick. You couldn't help but laugh, your forehead hitting his lightly.
âYeah, yeah, I'm alright.â You breathed. The after-glow hit you hard, but there was still the looming anxiety of the mission. You knew the moment wouldn't last forever, you just hoped you could bask in it a little longer.
John sensed the shift, knowing it was his turn to be brave, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. His eyes soft, âHey, like you said, weâre gonna be okay. Nothing is set in stone yet.â He whispered, making you nod.
âRight. Weâre going to come out of this.â You said, more for yourself. He nodded, the both of you knew deep down it was wishful thinking. But maybe having something to hope for, something to come back to, would push you to fight even harder to keep it.
And in the end, you were willing to do anything to keep this.
ËË°âą*ââ·
Everything around you was dark, with an air pungent with dust and grime. The walls only grew bigger and shadowed as you passed, ducking behind doors and boxes to remain out of sight. Just like last time everyone was paired in either a group of two or three, you were with Ghost. You had to give him credit where credit was due, as large and burly as he was, he was silent as he moved.
The bazaar was large, with huge openings in the ceilings covered by hanging fabric. Open doors that connected rooms and massive lamps draped from the walls. It might've even been nice had it not been for its years of inactivity, and under the cover of night, it was simply eerie. Wires covered the walls and ceiling, some even hanging down low enough to snag someone if you weren't careful.
You weren't quite sure what exactly you were looking for, after all, you didn't know what this aforementioned âbio-chemical labâ looked like. And if it was easily portable, it wouldn't exactly look like your standard chemistry lab.
â[Name].â
Ghost spoke into your headpiece, standing several feet away. You snapped out of your train of thought, looking back at him.
âLetâs get a move on, the others are on the top floor. I'm guessing itâs near the bottom, or even underground, be on high alert. There's bound to be people this time around.â He said, earning a nod from your end.
With that, you made your way further into the bazaar. Gun at the ready, you weaved through rooms and piles of storage and other junk. When you got to a large room on the north side of the building, tucked away between rubble and containers your body tensed. There wasn't anything unordinary about it, it looked exactly like every other room, but something felt off. A few steps into the space and you had your explanation for the uneasiness you felt.
With an odd thunkâ of your boot on the ground, you looked back at Ghost. He looked back at you, the same expression on his face, it was hollow.
You came off it, brushing your foot over the area again to remove the grime and dust. It was a different color and texture than the ground. âWell Iâll be damned, you were right.â You breathed, â-Think this opens up from the outside?â Ghost kneeled on the ground next to whatever you found. Pushing his hand over it and sending small clouds of dust into the air.
âDoesn't matter if it does.â He said, fishing out a knife from his bullet vest. Finding a dibet with his finger in the ground he wedged the blade in between the surface, pulling up until the ground lifted.
With a grunt, he wrapped his fingers around the edge of the trap door. Pulling until the structure revealed a human-sized rectangular hole in the ground. A latter peeking out from inside the ground pressed into the side of the dirt. You stared down at it, knowing this was it. Clicking your headpiece, you spoke, âCap, we got something. Northside, ground floor, itâs a trap door in the last room.â
After a moment you got a response, âCopy. See what you can find, weâre coming. If you see anything don't think, just shoot. I want you and Ghost alive.â Priceâs voice rang loud and clear in your ear.
With a nod, you looked back down at the hole, even with night vision, it was hard to make out the bottom. Ghost was the first to go down, with you following suit the minute he gave the all-clear to come down. Inside was dark and smelled like mildew, a tunnel leading further into the unknown. The same wires that hung down from up on the surface were strung about the dirt walls. It wasn't spacious in the tunnel, but it didn't make you feel claustrophobic.
Ghost raised his gun, nodding to you to follow as you made your way deeper. It wasn't long until you reached a door, it wasn't impenetrable by any means, but it was going to be a pain to get through. But the thing that caught your attention most was the faint light that peeked from the cracks of the hinges. Ghost looked at you, âGet back, and Iâll break the door, you follow in straight after and shoot at anything you see.â
As said, with a firm kick, Ghost kicked the door down. The metal swung open with a crackle, and with your gun at the ready, you quickly followed him inside. The first thing you heard was voices, panicked and deep. Your eyes met a man in the corner of the room, quickly scrambling up to his feet and reaching the rifle that lay in front of him. Just like you were told, you didn't think, you acted on instinct.
Your gun went off, and his body was forced back by the blow. Blood spattered the wall behind him, his head rolling limp on his shoulders. You heard another shot fired, looking over to Ghost who was in firing position, and then to the direction of his rifle. Another body, this one standing, keeled over onto the floor, pooling red onto the ground. A deafening silence followed after, you waited for more voices but they never came.
âJust two?â You said, looking between the two. â-and they don't look local.â You muttered, focusing on the pale skin and European features. You looked back to Ghost who was standing a few feet away. â-Think they might be Russian like Soap said?â
Ghost shrugged, âIt's possible.â He gruffed, looking around the room. It was emptier than you expected, with a table, lamps, flasks, and a few weapons. Another voice rang out from somewhere in the cavern before you could look any further. Coming from another hallway that you had missed when you first saw the room.
You quickly ran against the wall near the hallway entrance, pressing yourself into the hard surface so you wouldn't be seen. Ghost followed suit, and not a second later another man ran out, rifle in hand. And just like before you fired, watching the body hit the ground like a sac of potatoes.
This one looked like he could be from Urzik. You looked back at Ghost, who pushed off the wall, ducking into the hallway. It wasn't long before you entered a much bigger cavern, full of boxes and equipment. Open containers of guns with ammunition, tables covered with cylinder-shaped lab equipment. You could hardly classify this as a lab, more like a glorified basement with makeshift tools. Large computers also lined what little space they could occupy. Florescent overhead lights cast the room in a putrid dimish glow.
Before you had time to react a bullet brushed past your arm. Sending a burning shock through your system. You ducked, trying to avoid what you couldn't see.
âThey're shooting!â You yelled out to Ghost, finding refuge in a large container that you hid behind.
You looked around, desperate to see where the firing was coming from. Your eyes caught three at first glance, one person across the room, hiding behind another container. Another fired from a doorway, and the last one hid behind a table. All three aiming for either your box of Ghost. Your hands held your gun with an iron grip, turning your knuckles white.
You peeked out from behind the container, aiming for the second guy in the doorway. Your first shot missed, but your second shot straight through his forehead. Ghost, from wherever he was, took out the third guy from behind the table. Leaving the one behind the other container, peaking back out you felt another bullet fly past you. You scrambled back, your heartbeat hammering in your chest.
You called out to Ghost, âI can't get him! You're gonna have to take the last one!â After another shot to your hiding place, chipping the wood of the contained, Ghost called back.
âCopy! I've got him!â He yelled, a final shot echoing through the cavern before everything fell into an eerie silence. You tentatively rounded the corner of the container, looking back at the first guy's hiding spot. When all you saw was his body flat on the ground, you breathed a sigh of relief.
You heard Ghost call to you again, â[Name], you hurt?â You stood up, looking over in the direction of his voice. He was behind one of the walls of the hallway, pressed against the dirt wall.
âNo, I'm all good. You?â You said back, scanning him for any sign of injury. He shook his head, letting his gun fall to his side.
âI'm clear.â He said, walking out from the hallway. You looked back at the three bodies adorning the floor, which made six in total so far. These three also looked like they were locals, you walked over to one. Moving your foot to hover over their hand, you kicked the gun away, staring at the blackened tattoo on his palm. Before, Soap had mentioned that rebel groups in Urzik shared a tattoo on their palms. Much like a gang tattoo, it united them under a common collective.
You looked back at Ghost, âWhat do Urzik terrorists have to do with us? If this really is a problem with uprisings against their government, why would the SAS and the CIA get involved?â
Your mind flashed to the conversation between Price and the commander back at the checkpoint base. He had said that if it had been up to him, 141 would never have been involved. Laswell had been the one to push for the team's involvement, even with its potholes. Then came Shepard, whose disappearance had led to your involvement with the team in the beginning. The only link to this you had to Shepard was his name being mentioned back at base.
Jesus, your head hurt just trying to think about it.
Ghost walked over to you, âMy advice wouldn't be to think too hard about it [Name]. Weâre doing a job, thinking about shite like this leads into a bigger rabbit hole than you think.â
You nodded, a frown settling onto your lips. Nothing about this sat right with you, but that was the cost you paid for being here in the first place.
âThe important thing is, we located the lab. Now we just make sure there's nobody else so someone else can pick up the mess over here.â He said, making you nod along with him. Price and the other guys would probably be down any minute, that would make clearing everything out a hell of a lot easier.
You looked back at the man on the ground, staring into the fleshy eyes that held no light. You were reminded of the compound, staring into the eyes of the man who had shot Priceâs foot. You didn't feel sorry, more hollow.
Ghost turned his back, looking over to the entranceway hall. And the split second for him to turn around was all it took for something to go wrong all over again. With no warning, you felt something burn your side, sharp and hot like lava. A hand yanked you back, snaked around your neck, and held you back to something firm. You could barely choke out a gasp, the thorn in your side sending shocks of pain through your body you didn't even know was possible.
Something cold pressed against your temple, you could barely process what was happening before you heard a click. Ghost whipped around at the noise, immediately holding up his rifle to whatever was behind you.
For a brief moment, time stopped. You were all too familiar with what was happening, you were being held at gunpoint. Nobody moved, Ghost's voice suddenly echoing through the silent room. âShepard. Let her go.â He said.
You blinked, Shepard? Fuck, you didn't see that coming. You thought maybe he had a small part in the involvement, but you didn't expect him to actually be here. You tried to look at him, but his arm around your throat only tightened, making you squirm. The thing in your side, most likely a knife, only seemed to hurt more the longer it was left sticking out of you.
âDrop your gun, and I will.â His voice was cold, it sounded like sandpaper. His breath made your nostrils recoil in disgust.
Ghost shook his head, his eyes darting between yours and the man holding you. âYou and I both know that's not happening.â The barrel of the gun pressed into your skin harder, making you wince. Your hands clawing at his arm to pry him off your neck.
âIf you don't drop that gun, I will kill this one. And that's a promise.â He said, your body felt numb, and the lack of oxygen only seemed to make you all the weaker. You heard voices from beyond the hallway, your mind screaming for John. You needed him, you needed him to come and fix the mess you had gotten yourself into. Being a hostage was by far your least favorite activity.
Ghost swallowed, still pointing his gun at Shepard. âShepherd, it's in your best interest that you let her go. You're not getting out of this, you know that. You shoot her and itâs just another kill added to your list of crimes, letâs not lengthen that sentence.â
Shepard snarled, âI'll be damned if I'm sent to prison, we can do this all-day lieutenant. You pull that trigger, and I fire. If you put the gun down, maybe we can negotiate something.â
You tried gasping for air, your airways closing up. Nails clawing at his shirt, like a caged animal trying to get out of its enclosure. From your squinted eyes you could make out the form of Price, Gaz, and Soap entering the room, guns at the ready. The pain in your side fired back up again as the blade twisted, making you yelp.
âShepherd put the fucking gun down!â You absentmindedly recognized John's voice, your vision growing fuzzier by the second.
You tried your best to fight, thinking of anything you could to stay conscious. You thought of your friends, family, and John. Between the knife in your side, the gun against your head, and his arms around your throat it was a miracle you could even think. You blinked again, gasping for more air. You saw Ghost and Price, Soap a few feet away, Gaz must've been somewhere in the room as well.
âGet back or she's dead!â Shepard barked, his voice ringing in your ear. You saw blotches of black in your vision, your body slowly losing its feeling.
As you blacked out, you heard a gunshot fire.
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A white light flooded your vision, making your face scrunch up in discomfort. It was harsh and almost painful, you tried shutting your eyes as tight as they could go, but it was burned into your retinas.
Your limbs felt sluggish, you couldn't lift your arms. It seemed like you could only move your face, after another minute of trying to shut out the light, you gave up. Blinking your eyes open, you saw said white light hanging down from an even whiter ceiling.
âHoly shit, you're awake.â A female voice said, making you halt. You knew that voice, your eyes darted to the sound. Turing your head from its apparent, laying position to follow your gaze. Your eyes met an older woman, she had bangs and blondish hair.
âLaswell?â You croaked, your voice was shot. It sounded like a frog, making you internally cringe.
Kate Laswell stood at the foot of your bed, her hands grabbed at your arm. âDonât talk [Name], the nurse said you shouldn't be using your voice for the next couple of days.â She scolded. You grunted, your throat felt as dry as the Sahara.
The pain slowly started to come back, a deep-seated ache that made you wince. âWhat happened?â You breathed. Your mind was fuzzy, the last thing you remembered was being in the bazaar and being held at gunpoint by Shepherd.
Laswell pursed her lips in a line, obviously not too thrilled about the events that transpired. âWell, John told me after you passed out they managed to disarm Shepard. But by that point, you were already gone, so they got you out. After that, you were transported to the checkpoint base and now you're in the hospital.â
You were following up until the hospital part, last time you checked, the checkpoint base didn't have a full-fledged hospital. âHospital where?â You croaked, looking at Laswell for an answer.
âD.C,â She said plainly, almost like it was obvious. âIt was the easiest place I would be able to keep an eye on you until you woke up.â
You barely had the energy to be surprised, âOh.â Was what you settled on. âWhere is the rest of the team?â You asked.
She sighed, âJohn is here. Garrick and Ghost are still in Urzik for another day, they have other matters they need to sort out first. Soap also came here with you, though he's not in the hospital.â
You nodded along, a small part of you relaxed when you heard John's name. He was here, which meant he was most likely safe. Your eyes closed, âoh, good then.â You sighed, your voice a whisper. Any louder and it would sound like your vocal cords were being torn to ribbons.
Laswell looked down at you, a sadness in her eyes. Almost guilt, â[Name].â She said, grabbing your attention again, â-Iâm pulling you off the team early.â
You froze, your eyes doubling in size. Maybe you misheard her, 141 was your family, she couldn't just pull you off. You still had a few more months with them! âWhat? Why?â You asked throatily.
She looked at you incredulously, âBecause you almost died. Honestly, it was my fault in the beginning, I shouldn't have put you in the situation.â Your eyes narrowed, you tried to sit up but she placed a firm hand on your chest to keep you from doing so.
âLaswell, Iâm fine. I don't need to be taken off 141, everyone in the world has probably had a near-death experience.â You protested, â-I want to keep being on the team, I know at first I was only doing this as a favor but I'm not anymore.â
Laswell looked at you, a bit stunned. Her eyes stared into yours, deciphering if you were really telling the truth. âAre you sure? I was only going to do it because I believed that is whatâs in your best interest. But are you positive this is what you want? Even after what happened?â
You stared back at her, determined as ever. âI'm positive.â
There was a beat of silence before Laswell sighed, rubbing her face. âOkay,â she breathed. âBut you're still not allowed to participate in anything until you're fully healed.â Your demeanor relaxed again, almost sinking into the mattress. It was a win, a small one, but a win nonetheless.
You looked back at her, âYou said Price was here right?â You asked, trying your best to hide the eagerness in your tone.
She nodded, âYes, he's outside. He's been coming with me to check on you.â
You could've run out of bed at that exact moment, from the first minute you'd woken up he was occupying half of your thoughts. âCould I talk to himâŠ?â You asked, trying to disguise your desperation.
Laswell gave you a pointed look, obviously, she knew more than what she was letting on. âYou have ten minutes, then I'm pulling him out so you can get more rest.â
You thanked her profusely, waiting in anticipation for John to walk through the door. You shimmied up into a sitting position, trying not to irritate the stitches in your side. After a minute, your captain walked through the door. His hair was a bit tousled, and his beard had been trimmed, but there were large bags under his blue eyes. Clad in an army-green cotton shirt with jeans. He was a sight for sore eyes that was for sure.
After a minute of staring he bolted across the room, enveloping you in a tight embrace. His hand holding the back of your head to his chest and his other arm wrapped around your back. You weakly tried to hug him back, inhaling his scent.
âYou have no idea how worried I was.â He breathed, pulling away to get a good look at your face. His hands cupped your jaw like a precious jewel. You smiled, laughing to the best of your ability.
âWell, I'm alive. That's saying something.â You breathed, taking him in. Youâd barely spent any time away from him, yet you missed him, you needed his presence like you needed air. âNobody can kill me that easy, not even Shepard.â
He looked at you, unimpressed by your attitude, âI wouldn't boast your level of confidence for someone in a hospital bed.â He deadpanned. You simply waved him off, but a question popped into your mind before you could say anything.
âHey, what was Shepherd doing there anyway? I know you mentioned him earlier but I still don't understand why he was involved.â You asked, making him sigh.
John rubbed his neck, leaning back a little from his position. âIf I'm being honest? I don't know either, I had a feeling he would be there but I wasn't positive. My best guess would be that he probably got involved with Markov's goons after he went rogue. After they must've teamed with underground gangs to keep tabs on what the CIA was up to.â He looked back at you, âA few people from the inside still had communication with him, that was most likely how we got the tip-off that he was in Urzik.â
You hummed, mostly glad you could put Urzik behind you. It was over and that was all that mattered, âSo what happens now?â You asked.
Price raised an eyebrow, âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat happens now that you caught him?â You clarified. Staring at him curious.
John shrugged, his thumb brushing against your cheek. âWell Shepherd is dead, he died during the altercation back in Riyzabbi. As for the team, we go back to normal. A few people who had relations with Shepherd are being tried in international court for unauthorized communication with enemies. But that's it, as far as I know.â
You hummed, letting your eyes flutter shut. Basking in the feel of his thumb against your skin, âMm, and usâŠ?â You asked, feeling a bit brave.
You felt him halt, âWell, you obviously know we can't exactly be public about this.â You opened your eyes back up to him, â-But, I don't think I can really deny what I feel for you.â
Your lips curled into a warm smile, one that seemed to say âI love you.â John traced the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, âI love youâ the gesture said.
âI love you.â You said, unable to hold yourself back from uttering the words any longer.
John smiled, âI love you too.â
Pulling you in for a chaste kiss, you smiled against his lips. Your nose brushed his, his eyelashes tickling your skin.
You were going to be just fine.
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nothing i donât have | pjs (1)
pairings! park jongseong x reader, ft. huening kai x reader
summary! it was supposed to be simple, you and jay would fuck whenever either of you felt horny â no feelings. but it was hard not to catch feelings where park jongseong was involved. so you took the easy way out: you ended it.
genre! texts, written fic, college au, love triangle (corner)
word count! 1500
content warnings! swearing, jay is delulu and jealous
author's note! toenze is my new roman empire... i don't think i'll ever shut up about it. also realistically i'm only posting this bc yolo since i have nothing ???
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It didnât affect Jay anyhow, really. That you ended whatever the two of you had for another guy. Like, this was all just casual. And you still wanted to be friends which was exactly what the two of you were before⊠so not much had to change between the two of you. Other than, well, the lack of physical intimacy.
He didnât care, really. It wasnât like you were the only girl he hooked up with (you were) or that he couldnât get any other girls, but⊠you ending the situationship was kind of exactly why he liked you. Because you understood everything was casual and there were no expectations, no feelings. The others, they always got attached.
And, look, Jay understood that maybe he was being too nice or whatever, but it was in his nature to help out when necessary, or to cook for people in the morning â it wasnât like he made breakfast only for those girls anyway. He had roommates to feed, too.
You ended the deal because you had no feelings for him. Which was exactly what he wanted. So why the fuck did it bother him so much? And for Huening Kai, no less? The tall emo kid that barely spoke and people thought he was being mysterious or whatever.
What could you possibly see in him?
What did he have that Jay didnât?
Jay let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair, eyes still fixated on the conversation between you and him. So Huening Kai asked you out. And you liked him enough to say yes. That was certainly not on his bingo card. Realistically, he thought the type of guys you liked were someone like Sung Hanbin or Choi Soobin or⊠him. Not Huening Kai.Â
What the hell?
âWhatâs up? Someone steal your cat?â Heeseung entered the shared living room with a grin. Jay had to dryly laugh at the irony of his question since, in a way, yes.
âNah. Itâs Y/N,â Jay replied, trying to sound nonchalant. âWants to be just friends.â
âDamn, got tired of you already?â Heeseung teased, but he knew not to go further when Jayâs scathing glare nearly burned him. âWhat did she say?â
âHuening Kai asked her out and she said yes.â Jay shook his head. You and Kai werenât even dating yet, and you already wanted to be exclusive with him? Why? Who even does that?
âOh, Kai? Heâs got music classes with me,â Heeseung said with a grin. âHe knows how to play like five instruments. Heâs kinda cool. A band kid, too. Pretty sure he has a band.â Jay didnât need to know any of that. Not yet anyway. And then Heeseung added: âI think he was planning to ask Y/N out for a while. I caught him asking around about her once.â
Jay clenched his jaw. How long had you been talking to Kai before he asked you out? Was it out of nowhere or did you befriend him before? Which gave him another reason to be upset because if you did befriend him before, you didnât tell Jay anything. In fact, you hadnât been telling him anything about yourself or your life for a while now.
Which stung.
âKaiâs a good guy. You should be happy for her.â Heeseung made a point, giving Jay a long, meaningful look. There was more he wanted to express, but chose to not push his limits.Â
Jay huffed.
Thinking about it, maybe heâd have actually preferred it if you were in love with him.
Upon entering the Sanctuary CafĂ©, you noticed that it was already packed. But you were instantly recognised by Taehyun, who greeted you with a bright smile and led you toward a table that was empty, save for your reservation. It was in front of the stage set up for live performances, and it occurred to you then that Kaiâs surprise was very likely just that. He prepared a performance for you.
Your eyes widened as you stared at the stage. It had a full instrument set up for a band. Drums, bass, keyboard and an electric guitar. The sight of it made you think of Jay for a bit, but you shook your head and got rid of the thought.
This would be your first date with Kai. The boy who actually doesnât only want to sleep with you, but also wants to do everything else that real relationships include. Like holding hands and hugging in public and being affectionate without being judged. (The things you wished you couldâve had from Jay.)
A group of three guys entered the stage, none of which were Huening Kai. They glanced toward your table every now and then with a knowing smile, though. You watched them set up their instruments â the guitarist, the bassist and keyboardist. But the drums were empty.Â
Because of course, he knew how to play the drums. He was a genius that never flaunted his skills, and the reality of it hit you just now. Huening Kai was a drummer â which was actually sexy as hell.
âHello, everyone, welcome to the Sanctuary CafĂ©,â the guitarist spoke into the microphone with the largest smile. He had a cute dimple as well, and you thought he perfectly fit Kai â whenever he wasnât closing in on himself. âIâm Kim Taerae, lead singer and guitarist of our band, Toenze. Weâve prepared a very special performance today because one of our members wants to dedicate it to a special girl.â
A round of awes went through the crowd. You looked around in hopes of catching a glance of Kai, but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, your eyes locked with a person you did not expect to see today â at all.
Jay stood at the back of the café with Heeseung by his side, and you wished you could unsee him. Your heartbeat raced, and your mind felt like you needed to come up to him and apologise. But what would you even be apologising for?
âOn my left is our bassist, Choi Beomgyu, and on the keyboard, youâve got Han Yujin. And, of course, weâre missing a key member â the drummer,â Taerae spoke lightly, his smile hearable in his voice. âSome of you already know him from our previous performances, but for those who have yet to meet him â please give a round of applause to Huening Kai!â
Kai wasnât even inside the cafĂ©. He entered through the main door in a dark grey hoodie, the hood covering his face. The whole shop held its breath as he looked up. And when his eyes met yours, a smile spread across his lips. Taking off his hood, he revealed his face and carefully styled bangs.Â
From the pocket of his hoodie, he pulled out a bouquet, and when he aimed through the crowd toward you, your heart nearly melted. All thoughts of Jay being here, too, evaporated from your mind. All you could think about was Huening Kai, looking beautiful as ever, heading toward you with a bouquet of flowers.
âFor you, my lady.â He knelt down to hand you the flowers, and you stared at him with wide eyes. Grinning, he winked before standing up and heading toward the stage, leaving you absolutely flustered and frozen in place.
âHello, everyone! This performance is dedicated to the girl that didnât reject me. Itâs for you, Y/N,â he said into the mic jokingly, but there was a hidden meaning behind his words.
The memory of how he asked you out lingered, and you giggled. You could still picture him, approaching you with his hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans. And then he asked you, in the most embarrassing way possible, if you were dating Jay. The smile that spread on his lips when you said that what you had with Jay was only casual was an unforgettable sight, really.
âI can make you forget him,â was Kaiâs closing argument, and the confidence with which he had said it sent shivers down your spine. You couldnât possibly reject him then.
Jayâs glare was palpable. You could feel it at the back of your neck, but you ignored him. Why was he glaring at you anyway? If there were no feelings involved, he shouldnât care about any of this.Â
âThe first song we prepared for today is called Higher Than Heaven,â Taerae informed the crowd. âAnd the second song is Kill the Romeo. Hope you guys like them!â
Both songs were amazing, and both conveyed one pretty clear message: Iâm better than him. You couldnât help but laugh and enjoy yourself while Kaiâs band performed. They were good â really good. And eventually, you even stopped sensing Jayâs gaze burning through you.Â
Naturally, you turned around to check on the spot where Jay had previously been. Except he wasnât there. Instead, you were met with Heeseung, who shrugged when he noticed you looking at him.
âHe left,â Heeseung mouthed.
#enhypen#enhypen fic#enhypen ff#enhypen x reader#park jongseong fic#park jongseong x reader#enhypen angst#enhypen fluff#park jongseong#enhypen jay#haia writes
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A little fix it fic cause the Zaun family deserved a better ending. Also, I just realized, this is my first Arcane fanfic, so I hope yâall like it!
Not Over Yet
âIs that singing I hear?â Caitlynâs voice pulled Vi away from the fire for a moment. Despite the teasing smile, she still tried to covertly look at the plate on the table beside her partner. The sandwich was half eaten this time. That was at least some progress.
âOh, yeah. Itâs just this..silly little song my mom used to sing to me and Jinx when we were little.â Vi laughed under her breath. It was still a little strange calling her sister that.
âBefore sheâŠyou know.â Vi looked back at the fire and shrugged, and she could see Caitlyn nodding slightly. The fire was a welcome distraction, but it still put her on edge. It reminded her too much of Vander dy-âŠof the accident. She swore she could see all their faces in the flames if she looked hard enough. All those she lostâŠor maybe she was just starting to see things too. Was this how Jinx felt all those years? That weird sense ofâŠof emptiness while never being alone? Like some ghost was always watching over her shoulder?
Well, it wasnât like she could ask her now.
âHow did the service go?â Caitlyn wrapped an arm around Vi and leaned her head on her shoulder.
âAlright.â Vi shrugged again, unable to pull her face away from the flames, âI donât know how I didnât break down by the time it was my turn to get up there and spew sappy shit.â
Caitlyn chuckled, a dry and bittersweet sound.
âI think little manâs taking it pretty hard. He couldnât even look me in the eye.â Vi recalled.
Caitlynâs brow furrowed for a moment as she took in Viâs words, trying to think of anything that would provide some comfort, ââŠI think Ekko just needs a bit of time. We all grieve in different ways.â
âOh yeah, cupcake, some people go crazy, and other people decide to play dictator and declare martial law.â Vi remarked with a playful glare. Caitlyn huffed affectionately and flicked a strand of Viâs hair, which in turn made Vi chuckle.
But then as soon as the happiness came, it vanished. It was so hard to be happy these days, with all that had happened.
âHave, uhâŠhave the reports come back yet?â Vi asked cautiously.
Caitlynâs eyes softened in sadness as she leaned forward to kiss Viâs cheek, âStill no signs of any remains in the Hexgates. Only the bomb shrapnels we were able to initially recover.â
Viâs jaw clenched ever so slightly and her eyes hardened for a moment. Damn it all, three times and they still couldnât find any sign of her family??? Werenât Enforcers supposed to be good at sticking their nose in stuff like this?
âHowever, I was looking at the schematics of the Hexgates, andâŠâ Caitlyn let herself trail off as she dropped a piece of paper into Viâs lap.
Viâs eyes narrowed as she looked it over, some of it made sense but some of it was just nonsense, âCupcake, what the hell is this?â
âIf you and I know anything about your sister, itâs that sheâs always two steps ahead.â Caitlyn pointed out, âThe Hexgates have plenty of air ducts that she couldâve used as an escape route and weâd be nonethewiser.â
Viâs eyes widened as Caitlynâs implication hung in the air. So Jinx and Vander could beâŠher family really could beâŠ
âIf sheâs alive sheâll turn up sooner or later. But we have a lot of work to do until that happens. For Piltover and for Zaun.â Caitlyn spoke softly, a gentle determination in her voice. Vi was helpless to the smirk that appeared on one side of her mouth. There she was, there was the Cupcake she knew.
ââŠAre you still in this fight, Violet?â Caitlyn couldnât help but ask. At her question, a fond huff escaped Vi. She turned to look at her partner with a smile as she interlaced their fingers together.
âI am the dirt under your nails, cupcake.â She declared, âNothingâs gonna clean me out.â
Caitlynâs eyes sparkled with love, and then she smirked playfully, âThatâs Sheriff Cupcake you you, creampuff.â
The couple shared another laugh as their forehead gently pressed together. For a moment, the world fell awayâŠit was just them.
ââŠcould you teach me that song?â Caitlyn asked.
Vi blinked in surprise, and then nodded, âYeah sure.â
Then she began to sing, âDear friend, across the riverâŠmy handsâŠare cold and bareâŠâ
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âDear friend, across the river, Iâll takeâŠwhat you can spareâŠâ
Jinx alternated between humming and singing as she steered the airship, just staring out at the horizon before her. She wasnât even sure how far away from Piltover they were now.
A familiar little shove pulled her attention away however.
âHeyy, do not distract the driver.â Jinx scolded, though her tone betrayed that she wasnât actually that serious. Not that she ever was.
Janna above, Jinx was more grateful than ever for that mischievous that little smile now. If Ekko hadnât saved Isha, then, wellâŠ
Jinx thought it best not to dwell on that. Or else Mylo might start up again and the last thing she needed was his smart mouth. Either way, she owed Ekko a solid for it. And of course, for helping her steal an airship.
Isha giggled and hugged Jinx, but still made a bit of a stink face as she saw Jinxâs hair.
âWhat, you donât like my new haircut?â Jinx teased, and rolled her eyes fondly when Isha shook her head.
âAh, youâre just mad cause you canât play jumprope with my braids for a while.â Jinx reached out and gently pushed Ishaâs helmet to cover her eyes for a moment. Isha giggled again as she pushed her helmet back up. Jinx stepped back and let Isha take the wheel.
âSooo, what next Fishbones?â Jinx pulled her shark rocket launcher out.
âWeâll do our laundry, wash the dishes, pay some bills, and get Isha into a good school!â Fishbones âspokeâ sounding rather excited about such mundane activities. Isha looked excited too as she steered, while Jinx looked incredibly annoyed.
âStupid dumb rocket launcher.â She muttered, giving Fishbones a firm smack. At the sound, a rough old growl was heard a few feet away. Neither Jinx nor Isha flinched, they were used to that sound by now.
âHey, donât worry, Vander.â Jinx set the rocket launched down and sat beside her adopted father, âWeâll find another way. We always do. In the meantime, Vi can relax a little playing housewife to the Hat Lady.â
Isha pulled a lever near the steering wheel of the airship and moved over to sit next to Jinx and Vander. After she was settled all snug and cozy in Vanderâs fur, she signed at Jinx.
âOh, you want me to keep singing, huh? MmmmâŠwell alright.â Jinx agreed.
âYou still havenât mentioned where exactly you plan on going.â Silcoâs voice could be heard, his hallucination lingering in the shadows by Mylo and Claggor.
Jinx smiled and shrugged in acknowledgement. She still hadnât quite figured that part out yet. For now, the top priorities were keeping Isha safe, and getting Vanderâs mind back.
This time, Jinx chose to ignore Silco for once as she sang, âWe raiseâŠno mighty towers, our homesâŠare built of stone, so comeâŠacross the river, and findâŠthe world belowâŠâ
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Oooo... HCs. got any for Broppy?
I don't think I have anything outside of what people have already said in the many years broppy has graced us but I shall try o7
* said this before but poppy never finds it hard to avoid being sarcastic w him <3 and ever since getting closer to branch post 1st movie she's become a lot more open to letting the funniest, most backhanded comments outta her mouth, shame free đ
* they rub off on each other where in she can be a bit more critical/mean (in her head) and branch makes an effort to see the good in people before just waving them off
* as I'm writing this I realize that these are all plausibly 'canon' (in the cartoon) I literally just cannot think of much outside what we were already given I'm soooo sorry đđđđ
#ask#i liked them more as a will they wont they kinda situation in tbgo (maybe tpia too but i havent finished that yet)#they are sickeningly sweet as an actual couple and are really really good for each other and i can#enjoy them as is in the main franchise (also their 'couple' moments in tbt are genuinely some of their funniest)#but how poppy was handled to deal w her feelings towards branch BEFORE that felt kinda underwhelming to me#not to rant about twt AGAIN but it really does feel like we barely scratched the surface of how poppy actually feels about Anything and it#grinds my gearsssss#sorry this just turned into a rant WAH. my poppy bias lenses influence me too much#just know that whatever the hell tbgo did to them in the cartoon is real and true in my heart#(they know each others fears and poppy (and the snack pack) can sneak into branchs bunker any time of day they go to each other for their#prablems. they piss each other off so bad that if there ever came a time where the moment called for it and the other DIDNT tease then#they would know that somthing is truly. deeply. terribly wrong)#'i care about you but also i want to beat you with hammers <3'#'see you at the food court STUPID!!! haha. we are friends >:3'#yapping
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me like: i wonder what would happen if you tried to quilt partially/fully-felted roving to an outer cotton shell. like could you make weird hippie sweatpants or would getting the wool felted enough to be quiltable onto the cotton without an inner woven layer to sandwich it in place make it too not-fleecy to have the right feel. đ€
#things i wonder at 1:30 in the morning#i have such curiosity abt clothing concepts but no ability to enact them#could start by trying to learn to use my grandmother(?)'s sewing machine that's in the basement#and i think even still has its instruction booklet kicking around together with it#you'd definitely have to get superfine woolâ is the thing#but like. if you did and then you felted and maybe also teased it. would it feel sweatpant-fleecy or what#also i guess you'd either have to embrace the visibility of the quilting orâ i don't knowâ try needle-felting the fleece to an outer layer#which i guess would mean it would also have to be wool? at which point you might be better off just like. buying a wool knit and teasing it#but i think the result of that would be less *plush* than sweatpantsâ is the thing#like it just wouldn't be as thick#unless i guess you wereâ idkâ upcycling really thick sweaters (which would not be superfine wool probably)#i don't know. none of this will be going anywhere bc i do not have even the minimal skill required for dumb experimentation#but it's interesting to speculate dreamily about!
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â I JUST WANNA HEAR YOU (S)CREAMMM ! â
᥎êȘ« sum. whatâs your favorite scary movie? is it carrie? psycho? or maybe nightmare on elm street? perhaps picking up the phone was a bad idea, but you donât scare easily! or do you?
wc. 6.0k
warnings. fem! reader, ghostface geto & ghostface nanami, college au, threesĆmes, unprotected, brief phone sÄx, roleplay, dirty talk, praise, overstim, implied multiple Ćrgasms, spit, manhandling, brÄeding, hair pulling, oral (f & m receiving), cowgirl dp.
an. from this ask!
âhello.â
âhello?â
âwhatâs your favorite scary movie?â
you deadpan, almost as if youâve seen this movie before. it was around close to midnight. you were the only one sober at some random frat party you got dragged to. everyone besides you were probably wasted or shoving tongues into mouths. sitting up on a cushioned bed, you hold the landline up to your ear. âmean girls two. bye.â
ââŠ.girl what? thatâs not aââ
you hang up, averting your eyes back towards the tv screen that displayed some cheesy soap opera. about precisely thirteen seconds pass before the landline screeches a loud deafening ring again.
sighing, you answer it. âstop calling this number. prank calls arenât funny.â
âno.â the voice replies, and itâs very deepâyou swear youâve heard something like it before. a best way to describe it was that it had a gruff pitch to it, baritone running all underneath it. his voice was also a bit sly too. âi just wanna talk to you.â
âbother some other girl. bye.â
âdonât hang up on me.â
for whatever reason, you donât hang up. his voice sounded a bit sternâyou sit up before growing quiet. youâre fully alert now.
âgood girl. now, iâll ask again. whatâs your favorite scary movie?â
pressing your back against the comforter, your thighs squeeze together. with another vexed sigh, you say the most random movie that comes immediately to mind. âhalloween.â
âpft. basic.â
âwhaâ youâre the one who asked.â
âoh, doll iâm just joking. but anyway, you like slasher movies, yeah?â
for whatever reason, the more you talked to this total stranger, you start to feel a sudden uncanny stir delve around your stomach. you werenât scared, yet at least, but it was oddly peculiar. his voice sounds a bit familiar the more you listen to it. with how teasing the caller on the other line appeared, it was strangely intriguing. you kind of didnât wanna hang up anymore, besides this party you were at was quite ⊠not the best.
ânot really. i am a jamie lee curtis fan though, i only watched because i make fun of the deaths.â you mumble.
âhmmm,â the voice hums through the other end. itâs as if heâs pondering what his next choice of words will be to you. âsoâŠyou got a boyfriend?â
you were taken aback by how abrupt the change of subject was. the man on the other end laughs at your awkward silence before you finally speak.
âno, and itâs not like itâs any of your business.â
âeasy, girl. iâm just curious. besides, what if i wanna ask ya out?â
you grow quiet again before rubbing your neck, you were growing a bit hot.
âwhatever. no, i donât have a ⊠boyfriend.â
âooh. you hesitated there.â
you grumble. âshut up. iâm hanging up.â
the man immediately replies with a chortle.
âwait, wait. heh, serious though. you never told me your name, doll face.â
with an eye roll, you utter, âwhy do you wanna know my name?â
âbecause i wanna know who iâm looking at.â
âwhat?â
âwhat?â
each word he spoke breaks through the phone due the deep mess of his voice. a few rough sparks from his dialogue punctures through the soundbox of the device. again, he did sound oddly familiar. you just couldnât put your foot on it.
the man chuckles before responding in a more sly toneâchanging the subject again.
âyou know doll, you sound kind of out of breath. call me crazy, but before i called you, were you playing with yourself?â
your legs suddenly squeeze shut, you were wearing one of your borrowed hoodies and shorts underneath. any sane person would have hung up eons ago, but for whatever reasonâyou felt your heartbeat start to race. the more you listened to the deep voice on the other end, the more you started to grow more curious. whatâs wrong with playing around for a little bit? besides, whatâs the worst thing that could happenâyou dying?
you scoff, thinking this was nothing more than a dumb prank callâyou decided that playing along wouldnât hurt. you had nothing else to do anyway.
âso what if i was playing with myself?â
âi bet you didnât even make yourself finish, doll.â
his voice, the more it spoke in that rough pitched toneâyou couldnât help but press the landline up to your ear just a bit further. you furrow your curled up brows, lowering your guard a bit. probably foolish, maybe youâd regret this later, but alas, reality wasnât on your mind at the moment.
âare you saying you can make me finish?â you mutter, growing amused now.
âoh i know i can. i can make you get off from just from my voice alone.â
he was toying with you, but it was too late to back down. you intake a honed breath before humming.
âokay, prove it then.â
he chuckles.
âmhm. take those panties off first. actually no, slide them to the side for me.â
you really felt like you were in a movie, shamelessly at this random guyâs beck and call. as the show played in the background, you press the middle part of your thumb against the volume button to turn it down four notches. the room was practically silent now, the only noises heard were from the blaring beat drops of edm music downstairs. sprawling your legs out, you creep a shaking hand between your thighs.
the voice grows quiet, you finally move your panties toward the side before slouching back against the pillow.
âyou must be really bored. talking to a random girl at the m-midnight.â you exhale.
âheh, m-maybe,â he mocks your falter. âbut iâm sure youâll keep me entertained with that cute voice of yours.â
he was so smooth. smooth as if he was prepared for every word that flew out of your mouth. as your fingers glide against your now exposed entrance, you let off a shaky breath.
he was right, out of boredom you tried to play with yourselfâ yet, that didnât work out because you could never make yourself finish. your attempt was basically useless. with a frowning pout, you reply. ânow what?â
âfinger yourself, silly. and i wanna hear, put the phone up against that pussy for me, doll.â
he was filthy.
you felt yourself start to throb before removing the landline from against your ear and placing it right against your doused entrance.
with heavy jagged breaths becoming more irregular, the person on the other line hears the wet sloshes of your cunt up against the phone. again, he grows quietâitâs almost like you can make out his deep attractive breaths and it makes you pulse even more.
âbet youâre so nice ân soaked. sounds so sloppy.â
gnawing on the softness of your bottom lip, your thumb briefly skims past the nub of your clit and you whine. you were already a bit sensitive from before, starting to stroke your fingers against it. bringing the phone back up to your ear, you ease a single finger inside. it feels warmâyou were slick, coating your own finger with a nice amount of your obscene arousal. it doesnât take long for you to start to pant, slithering another finger inside of your cunt before moaning. it fits nicely, nice and snug.
âyou sound so pretty. i want you to imagine those are my fingers, pretty girl. can ya do that?â
ây-yeah,â you start to stammer, feeling a sudden spongey texture inside of youâyou gasp, not expecting to reach your sweetened g-spot so soon. it was a mere bumpy texture, gloopy gummy walls involuntarily accepting your two slender fingers with an open gesture. âfuck, âm still a bit sensitive.â
he guffaws lowly.
âyeah, i bet you are. poor baby canât even make herself cum.â
you swallow, the playfulness in his voice making your thighs start to tremble a bit. with relaxed fingers stretching throughout your walls, you focus on your breathing. each pant that came out of your hot breaths seemed like it was gonna be your last. after a while, your toes start to curl up in pure pleasureâyou moan, feeling a sudden rush of weightlessness nirvana overtake you.
âfind your g-spot for me. tell me when you do.â
âi- i already found it,â you whine, a sheaf of nerves that store inside of your pussy pulsating at a rapid speed. your head throws itself back as youâre just moaning melodically. âfuck, why donât you just come over ân finish for me already.â
the voice laughs again.
âyeah? you want me to come over instead? maybe i should use my tongue since your fingers are so useless, dollface.â
at this point, you didnât really care. maybe making simple rational decisions today just wasnât in your favor. the eerie voice, each second you spent listening to it the more aroused you became. maybe getting off to a pure strangerâs voice was embarrassing but you were feening. the air felt suddenly thick. so thick you could cut it with a knife. with your bottom lip being chewed on like gum, you briskly shiver. cold, wintry air wafts against your skin and you moan for the nth time. an unforeseen chill runs down your spine before you hold back yet another whine.
âf-fuck, just come ân finish for me. i canât do it. please.â
he grows quiet for a solid good four seconds before replying in a cheeky tone.
âokay. turn around.â
your panting stops and instantly, you turn your head the other wayâof course, no one was there. figures, the only things your eyes were met with was the wooden headboard. with a disappointed grimace, pulling your occupied fingers out of your cunt, you turn back around. as youâre about to speak into the phone again, you open your mouth before pausing.
there, youâre met face first with what appears to be some guy in an infamous ghostface costume. he was tall, staggering inches on him before you donât see one but two. they both had the same getup, ghoulish ghost mask, a long black robe, and the same spectral, tilting head-stance.
one of them takes off a mask and itâs suguru geto, your roommate.
your eyes concisely widen. once he yanks off the mask, his silky well-kept black strands fly loose. no wonder the voice sounded a tad bit familiar. the other removes his mask and it was nanami, two of themânow you really felt like you were in a movie. âyou always did say how much you liked scream,â and then you glance at nanami who had a sheepish expression. âdonât be shy now, someoneâs gotta help ya finish.â
âo-oh,â you remember, sitting up against the bed. now you were embarrassed. just a few seconds ago, you were getting off to your roommateâs voice. suddenly, you felt even more hot. you did end up talking their ear off about your adoration for the beloved franchise, ranting about your cute little ghostface obsession.
truth be told though, you didnât know theyâd make it a sheer reality for you. the two of them get on the bed towards you before nanami brings a gloved hand to your chin. he strokes your chin softly, and geto moves underneath.
âsorry princess,â he whispers. âsuguru wanted to scare you but i told him we should just show ourselves,â and as heâs speaking, you get lost in his soft, honeydew eyes. such gentle compared to geto who was a bit moreâcrazed. âhe didnât scare you too bad, did he?â
you moan once you feel geto run a thumb against your already exposed cunt. with a firm head shake, you huff. âno, n-not really.â
âaw what. i thought i was pretty scary,â and you whimper out once he blows against your folds. for a concise moment, geto stares up at youâdark eyes keeping a strong gaze on you. âtell us what you want, pretty girl. you want us to help you finish?â
you nod, feeling geto spread your legs apart further.
nanami, with a gloved hand purses your lips together, forming them into a tight squeeze before humming. âwords, princess. use them, okay?â
the more you feel getoâs breath fan against your clit, teasing youâyou were about to go feral. you stare up at nanami before letting off a sweet whine. âi- i want you both to help me finish,â you stutter out, stumbling over your pathetic words like youâd stumble with an untied shoe. âmake me cum, please kento.â
he leans in to kiss your forehead and you hear geto scoff underneath. âiâm the one between your legs but whatever,â and you feel his soft lips kiss against your pussy. âkento, keep her distracted for me, will ya?â
âyouâre so pretty,â he mutters, lightly lifting up your chin. as he wore black glovesâthe fabric gently brushes against your lip, popping a thumb into your mouth. he doesnât expect for you to happily take it in his mouth, sucking on it. âoh,â he breathes, a bit speechless. you stare into nanamiâs eyes, swirling your tongue around his thumb in such an erotic way. lowly hooded eyes stare at him the entire time, you moan once you feel the flatness of getoâs tongue run against your sweet clitoral hood. his tongueâthe texture of it was so cold, the moment he digs in he makes you know the pure definition of sloppy. all with his tongue, he slowly flicks it against your nub before delving his tongue deeper between your soddened folds. nanami pulls your chin to face him again before softly purring, âdonât look at him, look at me pretty girl.â
as your eyes focus back towards nanami, you could already feel your legs quavering. you felt hot, the lewd way geto drags his tongue against your pussy makes you gasp out three strained second puffs of air.
âk-kento,â you moan, pawing your hands at the low part of his robe. he watches, lowering his head at you before you reach there. nanamiâs bulge, he has an abashed expression as he realizes what you were fondling at. âtake it off.â
âah, ask nicely,â he coos. your lips were now glossed with your own spit he smears against you as he pulls his gloved thumb out of your mouth. even though nanami was more tame than geto, his voice had a bit more dominance in it. he grabs your chin gently, cocking his head toward the side. âtell me what you want ân iâll give it to you.â
your legs felt like they were standing on its last few hingesâgetoâs tongue runs down your slit, taking a moment to depart his lips and spit on it, only to then lap it up again. a few annoyed grunts escape out of him partially due to his long strands of hair getting in the way. âso sweet,â he mutters, you whimper once he prods two fingers against your outer entrance. every few seconds heâd kiss near your thighs, leaving a few bite bite marks before focusing back towards your folds. âmhm.â
barely even able to keep focus, you gaze back up at nanami whoâs standing near the edge of the bedâyouâre laid back against the pillows with geto between your thighs. finally, a sweet mewl of words leave your glazed lips. âi- i wanna taste, âken. wanna suck you off,â and he gives you a playful eyebrow raise, prying his pink lips open a few inches apart before you correct yourself. âpretty please.â
âbetter,â he murmurs, a hand of his reaching towards your head to give it a good pat. âgood girl. go ahead, lift it up ân enjoy the meal.â
with a soft slackened sigh, you lift up the obsidian black robe. youâre met with ripped jeans, for some reason you just figured heâd already be sprung out for you. as getoâs still lapping up every drop of your taste, you unzip his fly before yanking down his pants. you were so impatientâ and with getoâs demented pace, you were getting close. he chuckles, watching you struggle with the zipper for a bit before finally reaching near his boxers. they were a cerulean blueish color, his bulge was just appetizing. the entire shape of it, you felt yourself starting to drool the longer your eyes made direct contact against it. so rounded and full. with clammy hands, you tug them down before his thick cock springs out.
âitâs okay,â he whispers with a nod, watching you glance up himâa silent gesture as a way of asking if you could go further. nanami brings a hand towards the crown of your head, gingerly massaging his fingers through the crevices of your scalp. âyou can be a little messy for me.â
a wretched whine that was raw rips from your throat once you feel getoâs tongue latch against your cunt. by now, he was sucking against your folds. the squelches were so sloppy, a hand of yours grab onto his hair for leverage and he shoots you a sly smile.
âdonât be shy girl, yank on it.â
dark pooled irises linger into yours for a long time before you get a good grip of getoâs hair, dragging him closer towards your entrance. over and over and over.
he giggles, hot breath ghosting against your folds and you throb even more. with dilated irises staring back towards nanami, you wrap your free hand around his lengthâhe was so thick, such full balls that you just wanted to run your tongue all across it. he had a few veins skim down his beige, weighty cock. you could make out a few drops of lustrous pre-cum that decorates near his very tip. âu-ugh,â he shakes, the warmth that your tongue provides has him smothering his lips together. nanami watches, youâre slow but deadly.
pursing your lips together, you gradually start to sink him into your mouth.
getoâs still between your thighs, shoving two fingers in and out of you nowâhe surrounds your clit with his mouth, the suction he creates with just his lips was brutal. youâre moaning, even whilst your noises were pretty much muffled due to nanamiâs fat cock. âeasy,â he whispers, tapping a thumb against your cheek. âno teeth, okay? youâre doing s-so good.â
nanami groans, goading the same thumb against your cheek before you inch yourself further and further down. he has a shy smile at the way your hair forms in musses due to his tight grip. within no time, your throatâs already stuffed and few droplets of your own saliva trickles down the sides of your mouth. getoâs still making sure to thrust his gloved digits in and out of your soaked cunt and you donât know which roommate to focus on.
âm-mphm,â was all you could manage out, your legs in a swift spread-eagle position. as youâre outstretched, you feel yourself about to cum. youâd recognize that feeling anywhereâthe feeling when a swelling pool of heat residing inside your stomach tickles throughout your entire abdomen. that same feeling of nirvana courses through your veins as youâre now leisurely bobbing your head. every time you pull on getoâs long hair, he gruntsâspanking your clit in response and that only causes you to whine for more. nanami strokes your face as he starts to feel his dick prod against the roof of your mouth. for a split second as youâre breathing through each nostrilâyou gag, long lashes fluttering in sync together.
your legs couldnât hold still, getoâs continuously pushing you towards your limit before you whimper out. your tongue lathers over the splotches of pre-cum that paints nanamiâs tip a pretty shade of snowy white.
he just couldnât keep his eyes off of you, especially not with a face like that.
low eyes, sheepish smile, furrowed eyebrows. youâre convulsing profusely all in getoâs mouth, the sides of your thighs occasionally hitting against his face and he titters. âsuch a sloppy m-mouth,â nanami inhales deeply, and he starts to gently drag your head against his cock. heâs got your mouth filled with so many inchesâyour cheeks were all puffed up from his immense length, sheeny slobber emanating all down the sides of your mouth before he pants. âgonna make such a mess ân your mouth, princess. âs that what you want?â
you nod, feeling the vein that runs down his girthy cock twitch in your mouth. you moan, heâs feeling weightlessâyouâve got his knees trembling, a handâs still attached to your head like velcro before gyrating your tongue all over the crownhead of his shaft. âsuch a pretty face,â he gruffs lowly, swiftly pulling your hair side to side to take every inch. âs-shame i gotta ruin it a little.â
even nanamiâs dirty talk was tameâ it was cute to witness, the way his blond brows would tug into a furrow. heâs so pent up, and out of nowhereâyou feel a sudden rush erupt within your cunt. before you could even react, you end up cumming hard. it shoots out of you like a rough wave, itâs such pure bliss that it takes you a few seconds to realize. getoâs making out with your pussy, slowly sliding his two protected fingers in and out of your sopping wet entrance and you shudder. âwhat a fuckinâ mess,â he hums, taking sight at how saturated you were. as geto laps his tongue against your folds once more, he stares back up at you and nanami. âaw. look at you two,â and he leans down to kiss your forehead. âslobbinâ everywhere, messy girl you are.â
your eyes go back up towards nanami, heâs sweating.
he felt as if the fabric of his robe stuck against his skin. while heâs holding it up with one hand, you sneak a stare at his abs, perfect washboard abs that looked quintessentially sculpted against his body. âg-gonna cum,â and he stares at geto, growing a bit flustered once all attentionâs on him. âsuguru, donât just stand there. pâŠpraise her.â
geto scoffs, kneeling beside you on the bed before moving a few strands from your face. âso bossy,â he grits before giving you your second head pat. he leans up close to your ear, grabbing the voice changer again and brings it up to his lips. âcâmon, doll. make âken cum, yeah. doinâ so good for us. youâre gonna make him whine for you, heh.â
nanamiâs legs felt like mush, he throws his head back, his long black robe syncing with his movements before heâs gently pulling your head against his thick cock. he shudders, welts of twinges close in on the undersides of his thighs before he finally finishes. it builds up gradually before you find him pouring into your mouth with a nice amount of parching hot cum. itâs hot, a good mass of satiny ropes coat the flat middle part of your tongue and you moan. âf-fuuuck,â he heaves through heavy lungs, itâs still trickling, you savor the taste. itâs bitterly sweet. he pulls out of your mouth before letting off a tremulous sigh. âgood girl, f-fuck.â
âaw. donât hog her, give me attention too,â geto sneers, softly grabbing you by the neck, making you face him. with his right hand, he squeezes your lips together with a rigid grip. âah, donât swallow yet. câmere.â
with half-lidded eyes, you doâleaning into his touch before geto plants his warm lips onto yours. youâre caught by surprise for the umpteenth time today, prying your mouth open for him and he lolls his tongue down your throat. you let off a whine, feeling his gloved hands rub against every inch of your body. immediately, he tastes the candied flavor of nanamiâs cum and it makes him groan. he didnât even bat an eyeâyou return the kiss, feeling getoâs hand slither further down towards your ass. he caresses it, giving it a mean spank to make you moan out in ecstasy.
after a while, he pulls away, humming at nanami. âken ken, donât be so shy. you want a taste too?â
âyeah,â he mutters, needy eyes staring at your lips that were lubricated with your own sheeny spit. âcan i?â
you nod, and heâs so gentle with you. a hand nimbly wraps around your throat before he brings you into a deeper kiss. getoâs still for his hands on you, strumming his fingers near your pulled to the side panties. you let off a soft pant, feeling the spiral of nanamiâs tongue go against yours. he tastes sweet â savory even, his flavor was purely mouthwatering. a thumb drags down the passageway of your throat before he pulls away. itâs slow, a polished concoction of saliva departs from each mouth and you whimper. you were throbbing, desperate for more and they both knew that. if thisâ whatever this was was some sort of movie, you never wanted it to end. you never wanted the credits to roll because you felt like you were floating on cloud nine.
with the two of them, you were stretched in every way possible. if you could compare who was bigger, actually you couldnât. throughout multiple positions, you felt as if you were gonna snap in half. they had you so stupid. pink tongue rolled out, full lungs of oxygen departing out such hot breaths of air, you were the definition of stupid.
cockdrunk at its finest. each orgasm that got ruthlessly snatched out of you had your head spinning, heart racing entirely.
you felt like something was creeping up behind your shoulder, chills. whenever youâd coax out yet another teeth-shattering orgasm, all you felt was stone cold chills. time after time, it felt like pure blissâyou thought you were in a whole new world, barely even able to move your thighs an inch. being sandwiched between the two of them, perhaps you were a little greedy but you just couldnât get enough. getoâs degrading you whilst nanamiâs whispering sweet pleasures into your ear, youâve never felt more soaked.
you didnât wanna stopâ
currently, youâre straddling nanami. heâs got two rough hands gripping your waist, intaking every inch of your pretty physique. his stare sends you butterflies, his shaft was underneath you and only then pulls out. with a cute, âphew,â he swipes a sheet of sweat that expands across his forehead. you rode him so good that he couldnât even figure out what to say. he was so flustered, tips of his ears a reddish hot before he watches geto creep behind you. âthink she wants more, suguru.â
âbet she does,â he whispers, bringing a few sweet kisses near the inner corners of your neck.
youâre promptly sat up straight. the brief sounds of booming speakers roar from downstairs as you wrap your arms around nanami. geto licks near your collarbone before purring seductively. âsay, doll. how âbout you try to take us both? would ya like that?â and with a gloved hand he gives your ass a squeeze. âwanna be the final girl ân prove your worth? our final girl?â
without an inkling of hesitationâyou nod, mewling out a sweet, âyes, yes jusâ hurry up, sugu. âm still câŠclose.â
âso wet, so impatient,â he whispers once more, and with two hands he makes you sit up from nanami. you gulpâswallowing whatever sanity you had left, preparing to be quite literally double stuffed with your roommates. you arenât so sure why, but the fact that they both still had on their ghoulish costumes made you pulsate a bit more. getoâs helping you slide back down onto nanamiâs length before slowly making his way into you also. âgod, youâre so hot in here. gonna fuckinâ swallow me whole.â
you moan, everything goes so slowâyour cunt was a ticking time bomb. you clamp down on each before slumping into nanamiâs chest. youâre met with kind eyes, he strokes your forehead before kissing the bridge of your nose, panting in a hushed voice. âeyes on me, princess. just relax.â
you wriggle a bit at the positioningâbeing on nanamiâs lap, geto directly behind you, youâre quite literally being filled in every orifice by thick inches of cock. nanamiâs words were soothing, filling up your tummy with a pool of fluttering butterflies. you keep your eyes on him, clenching down on geto a bit before you hear him hiss in response. âugh. doll open up for me a little m-more, yeah.â
his voice was deepened heavilyâyou let off a cute gasp once theyâre both finally in and a few shaky breaths exit past your lips. âhold my hand, i got you,â nanami coos, and thatâs when geto starts to rock. he had more control between the two of you, the grip on your hips was firm and you let off a sweet babble. each individual entrance was stuffed, you swallow the invisible lump in your throat as you start to feel the sweltering friction of your thighs slap against nanami. âyouâre so pretty like this,â and he kisses the temple of your cheek.
every kiss presented from nanami makes your heart raceâbeing sandwiched between nanami and geto, you really did feel like the main character.
your lip tremors, grinding back and forth between each of them, you feel geto wrap his thick fingers around your neck.
whilst youâre still straddling nanamiâyou moan again and again, feeling a free hand of getoâs spank your ass. the stretch that you continuously felt had your mouth watering. you heard the harmonic pap pap papâs until it rang throughout your ears. âfuck, ya like being stuffed donât you, pretty girl? feel full enough?â geto rasps, pressing his body right up against you. you felt his hot temperature go against your skin. making you feel every amount of his heat. your brainâs swelling up with fog. giving him an inert nod, you hear him click his tongue. âdidnât say to nod your head, doll. i wanna hear that sweet voice.â
whenever geto lowers his voice a bit, you feel the abrupt tension arise between your legs. leaning against nanami, you whine out a, âhngh y-yesss, âm so full, sugu. want more, stuff me more.â
âlet me stuff your mouth too then.â
and before you could come up with a reply, geto removes his gloveâshoving your mouth with two fat digits. he grunts, watching as youâre so compliant with your throat being filled with his fingers. nanami stares at the entire scene in front of him, his dick idly twitching inside of you. your tongue runs down his fingers before your own spit starts to seep down the corners of your lips. it was messyâyou were messy. your hips jitter and judder and you knew with having both holes stuffed you werenât gonna last that much longer. it was probably the dozenth orgasm your pussyâs been introduced with and you could feel the creeping pleasure brew up inside your abdomen.
âsuguru, âm gonna cum.â nanami groans, bringing his own hands to wrap around your waist. you lessen your tense from his touch before gagging a bit from the prodding of getoâs fingers way back into your throat. âsheâs s-squeezing me so good.â
geto snickers, making eye contact with nanami. âare you? âken, youâre more whinier than usual today.â
âshut up.â he grumbles, slapping a hand over his face in embarrassment â nanami wasnât so known to be all flustered and abashed, but whenever he was, it was so cute.
youâve still got a mouthful of getoâs fingers before he pulls them out only to shove them into his own mouth. he hums, sharp hips snapping into you repeatedly as his other free hand tightens its secured grasp around your hip. âmhm,â he groans, feeling himself reaching his peak also. âyou taste like a final girl. so sweet like candy.â
with the piston of getoâs vigorous hips, youâre so loose that you feel the fleeting sensation of your cunt gaping.
its cavernous, you jerk forward against nanami before seconds later â geto groans, abruptly finishing two seconds early. even his moans were pretty, he tugs his fingers out of your mouth to wrap them around your neck. strands of black hair glue to his forehead and he puffs out a single breath. licking a stripe near your neck, he feels thick volumes of his cum ooze into your hole. itâs so sticky, you bring your hips to a slowing halt before nanami shoots inside you too.
âf-fuck, sugu,â nanami grunts, feeling his thighs stick underneath you. he was panting heavily, each breath that ran from his lips sounding more and more wearied. âdamn, so m-much.â
everything spurts into you at once. they mirror each other inside of you perfectly. callused stubby fingertips of getoâs squeeze your neck softly, watching as youâre just being filled with bulky strings of cum, it floods your cunt until it drizzles further into your womb. youâre drooling, it feels so hot, sweltering hot. it sticks against your entrance before your arms wrap around nanami. âso f-full,â you whimper, and he returns the gesture by brushing his thumb against your waist. droopy eyes hang low before nanami pulls you into another deep kiss. you decidedâthis was far better than some dumb party. the cottony fabric of the ghostface robe pricks against your skin as you lean into his heinous touch.
you shift your weight against nanamiâs lap, feeling geto pull out before he leans down between your legs. âspread your legs,â he mutters, and in the midst of your tongue roaming down nanamiâs throat, you part your thighsâgasping once you feel getoâs own tongue lap against the freshly created mess. he makes little tiny licks, tasting the ropes of crisp cum thatâs sloppily easing out of every entranceâyou pulsate before he chortles, warm breath ventilating against your sobbing pussy. âso messy. donât want any spillinâ out. gotta push it back in.â
youâre moaning, after a while you break away from nanamiâs lips before he strokes your cheek lovingly, a cute drowsy look before he huffs, âdid you hear me, pretty?â and he gently pokes your cheek. âyou always do this..â
confusion hits you before your eyes suddenly openâyou jolt up, both of your roommates beside you, gawking at you with a look of deadpan. youâre leaning against geto, the third movie of scream playing in the backgroundâit was near the ending where the killer was being revealed. you sit up, staring down at your legs and you were fully clothedâthere was no geto eating between your legs, no being stuffed with nanami, nothing.
âhellooo, earth to roomie,â geto waves his hand in your face, you stare at him before furrowing your brows. âyou okay? you fell asleep on me again. whatâs got ya so spooked? looks like ya seen a ghost.â
so it was a dream?
a mere glimpse of your lewd imaginationâ?
you have a sudden sheepish look, running your fingers near the nape of your neck. âhuh. oh, iâm fine. i thought the movie would be over by now.â
nanami rubs your back. âwe still have like twenty minutes left,â and then he looks at you with a concerned look. so gentleâso tender. âare you sure youâre okay? we can watch a rom-com if you want.â
âiâm okay,â you insist, slumping your head back against geto.
that was weird, out of all the dreams youâve had throughout your lifeânone of them ever felt as surreal as that one. for some reason, you were still aroused though. you were a bit out of breath and felt chills run all over your body.
abruptly, your phone rings,
âsugu, can you pass me my phone?â you sigh, trying to relax. you were pretty bummed you werenât at that party getting stuffed with your two roommates but insteadâin your generic dorm watching a scary movie.
he hands you the phone, grabbing the remote to turn it down a few notches.
once you take it, succinctly, your eyes scan across the screenâit reads that itâs from an unknown number. not really thinking much, you decide to answer, swiping the green button to answer. âum, hello?â
âhello.â
âhi,â you rub your eyes. âcan i help y-â
âwhatâs your favorite scary movie?â
rolling your eyes, you peer at your two roommates beside you, nudging them and peeling the phone away from your ear for a moment. âvery funny, suguru.â
geto gives you a look of confusion and nanami mimics the same. he shrugs, averting his eyes back toward the movie. âvery funny what.â
and suddenly youâre laid back, an unbelieving expression was expressed on your face as you were left with a weird feeling. if it wasnât them then whoâ
that same chill eerily creeps up your spine before you put the phone back near your ear. itâs that same low voice you heard from before, each word it speaks pitches deeper before you grow quiet at its final haunting response,
âoh baby, iâm not suguru or nanami..â
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"Where'd you get that bruise--Oh," in which your Genshin lover gets a good look at the first hickey he left
Warnings: please excuse mistakes as I'm on a time crunch and also sleep deprived, suggestive but still safe for work, humorous in some parts
Other works in this series: (You say I love you for the first time)
Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Lyney, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli, gn!reader Â
Aether
gets flustered
"Uh-Umm... Maybe, you should..."
he wants to say cover it up but who is he to tell you what to do?
Starts to second guess if he really gave you that
Will start to think about the events of last night and deflates with embarrassment
Finally points it out, feels kind of bad that he left a mark
"It's just...distracting...I'm sorry if it hurt,"
Albedo
stares at it for the longest time.
There's a half smile, half amused look on his face, like he wants to be happy about it but doesn't want to be too obvious.
Just chuckles and points it out without any shyness whatsoever
"It's rather obvious, but do with it what you will,"
Comes up with some sort of concealing potion to help you hide it
Brews about a 100 of 'em
Alhaitham
Sort of does a double take, looks at it for a few seconds then looks you in the eye
"I'd advise you to hide it,"
he really only says that to keep things professional when the two of you go out
but in the next second he snakes a hand up your arm with a small secret smirk between the two of you
"However, I can't say that it won't happen again...Specially when..."
He recalls the events of last night at this moment, and it seems as if he's staring into your soul. He breaks away from you with a slight hum.
"...I best be going now."
He leaves you confused, but he only hurried off because he felt an urge to give you another one then and there.
Ayato
chuckles to himself
"Well, there's no hiding that I enjoyed myself,"
but gives you helpful suggestions on how to conceal it or at least make the colour less obvious, like putting ice against it, or something.
Speaking of ice, you can simply get it from the kitchen but Ayato is a tease... "I suppose my dear sister can adequately help you with that...Though what, pray tell, would you tell her?"
You kind of shrug and say that you'll tell her an animal bit you.
Ayato is amused "An animal," but there's a twinkle and hint of lust in his eyes. "Yes, perhaps that's what I become when it involves you. The statement isn't exactly a lie,"
Cyno
is silent. Not sure if he's happy about it or horrified.
Feels like a crime cause it looks like a bruise.
Does not say anything for a good minute because he simply doesn't know what to say and is talking to himself in his mind
Like Was I really the one who did that? Last night must've been...
Snaps out of his stupor when he's reminded of the events and clears his throat to catch your attention.
"Y/N...You...I...I've managed to leave a mark...on your neck..."
You absentmindedly touch it and let out a small ohhhhhhh in understanding
Clears his throat again and looks away, pretending to be busy with something. Flustered and doesn't know what else to say.
Dainsleif
Eyebrows involuntarily raise up at the marks.
Points it out immediately
"My dear, it seems that I had a favourite spot last night," and taps on your neck to let you know what exactly he means.
"I can conceal it with a little trick of mine, if you don't mind," he says he can make it invisible to the ordinary eye but some "special" people can see it, so...
"I suppose if you run into the traveller that you'd have to be honest about it. Hm? No, I don't quite mind if they know of our relationship,"
Diluc
is surprised, then apologetic
He didn't know is fully aware how rough he had been last night
Apologizes with a slight tint of red on his cheeks and can't seem to pry his eyes away from it.
"My apologies, Y/N. It looks like I was rather...careless...last night. You should wear something with a collar today...or perhaps, my coat?"
Is seriously considering repenting about it
Itto
"Whoa--"
Is legit about to throw hands but then remembers
"Oh yeah. I did that." while scratching his head bashfully
No shame about it afterwards, even has the gall to say
"I'm surprised it doesn't look worse! It was pretty wild last nig--"
You have to cover his mouth to save yourself from embarrassment
Kaeya
smirks and leans in close to brush his fingers against the hickey.
"It isn't the most flattering of marks but... it gives me quite the sense of accomplishment,"
winks, deadass tries to give you another one right away.
"How about we try that again? Just to even it out on both sides of your neck,"
is only half joking
Lyney
mischievous laugh
is more happy about it than shy, embarrassed or apologetic
"That wasn't very nice of me wasn't it?" but is still smiling
"Unfortunately I don't think I have any magic tricks up my sleeve to fix this one,"
Grabs and hugs you by the waist "I guess we'll just have to stay in, the two of us, until it's unnoticeable"
always looking for an excuse to spend alone time with you.
Neuvillette
clears his throat almost immediately when he sees it, like he choked on water
"Y/N," he starts rather sternly but falters and takes a few seconds to think.
"May I suggest wearing a scarf today?" is awkward about pointing it out so goes the roundabout way. You're so confused because it's the middle of summer.
"Well," he coughs once to try an explain to you. "I didn't have all manners of restraint last night...You were simply...irresistible,"
points it out by gently thumbing at it
Scaramouche
shit-eating grin at the sight of it
Doesn't tell you to cover it up, most likely wants you to go parading around with it.
"Tsk. What's the harm if people ask? Just be honest and tell them," he's just fucking around with your head now
but snatches your wrist and looks you straight in the eye with a confident smirk "And be sure to tell them who gave it to you. That'll teach them to back off,"
Tartaglia
laughs but is slightly apologetic
"Couldn't hold myself back, I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?"
You tell him that the next time he leaves a hickey, he should leave it somewhere where it's more concealed.
"Oh?" sudden glint in his eyes. You might have said the wrong thing. "No take backs, Y/N,"
I think you know what or where he's thinking about
Tighnari
Doesn't say anything at first but immediately whips up a remedy for it. Some sort of green paste that helps with inflammation.
"Here," and hands you the bowl of herbs. "For that,"
He doesn't point at it but instead eyes it rather obviously
He also watches you put the paste on "Alright, just leave it for a few minutes and it should heal wonderfully,"
He doesn't exactly feel guilty but he's more worried that people will look at you weirdly.
"I suppose I'll have to be careful next time," with a sigh.
Wriothesley
laughs but bashfully face palms and tilts his head backwards
Recovers quickly and smiles apologetically
"Sorry love, couldn't hold myself back it looks like," lovingly takes your face in his palms
Can't hold his smile back "But can you blame me? I'm not gunna hide that I was way too excited,"
Suggests you to put a bandage of some sort over it.
"I'll try to be careful next time, but no promises,"
Xiao
Freezes while looking at it
For a split second is confused where you got such a mark but then flusters himself when he remembers it was from him.
"...Y/N..."
seriously does not know what to say
stands there staring at it that you finally just check in the mirror yourself. He hears you gasp and he kind of winces to himself and now feels a little guilty.
"I...didn't mean to hurt you,"
You quickly tell him it doesn't hurt, but you were just surprised.
Thinks for a moment, then mumbles, you can barely hear him "...So it's alright to do it again?"
Zhongli
chuckles, not shy about it. just amused.
"It's no one's fault except my own. I merely wasn't paying heed to how...carnal...my desires were,"
he again chuckles as he explains.
"Not to worry darling, I'm sure Bubu Pharmacy has something to remedy it. I'll be back with it in tow,"
brushes his fingers against the hickey as some sort of apology and promise that he'll fix it
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â đ·đđ¶đ°đ! â ââ âżâ wolverine nsfw headcanonns.
Wolverine x female!reader
warnings !! â suggestive content, voyeurism, kinks, mentions of wade n other xmen members, lovesick Logan teehee, specifically Hughs' wolverine.
âIf you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the back.â
( wtf happened to me this is the fastest update I had probably done ever since WVD came out. )
Start of strong start of tough,
LOGAN HAS A MASSIVE DICK, you've seen it and he knows it. def loves teasing you too, when you give him oral, he wants you to take your timeâ sometimes. most of the times he's a sex devil, obsessed with seeing your hardworking struggled face, eyebrows furrowed and eyes determined. Logan hates to admit it but he wants to shove his cock down you and seeing your face. won't admit because he's not freaky outside.
gives the best head in the whole dimension, loves seeing you arch, he def knows where your spots are, multi tasking at its finest, fingering and eating you out is definitely something, his only goal is making you either squirt of cum, doesn't matter loves it when you make that sound everytimes you're close. he's 99.9 Selfless when it comes to giving, all he wants is your attention, not caring if his dick exploded from holding it in, deep inside him is a man that def wants to tease and edge you, but he's known to you as a nonchalant man, unless he's desperate â hell definitely be a beast.
did I mention that he's quite rough? not too rough, but perfectly rough. he adores it when tears run out your cheeks begging him to keep on going, although he is naturally rough, he knows his limits, it's like autopilot tbh. puts you to missionary everytime. He's not a lazy man he knows how to move, and his stamina would definitely last up to many hours. An old man with a young energy, how nice is that.
have I mentioned he has deep fantasies? He's the type of boyfriend that won't mention it till you doâ he had desires of maybe fucking you in charles' mansion, he doesn't mean in a room, he means infront of his colleague, yknow? but he keeps that fantasy deep behind, Charles knows about his little dream, finds it fascinating. only person he told about it was probably Hank. He also has this predator and prey kink that ONLY works for you, you running for your life and him chasing you down, basically fuck or die type shitâ except he'd rather not kill you.
he gets turned on whenever you're training or fighting, doesn't know why but he definitely loves the sweat on your face and the look of distraught, he wonders sometimes if he's okay, wade calls him lovesick because he's like a little puppy following you and finding you very amusing, not to mention he's very obedient too, wade tells him he's a "pup in a big man's body when it comes to y/n" he doesn't deny it, he likes it.
One secretâ you two fucked in the mansion and almost got caught, risky but he'd do it again.
Two secretsâ he unintentionally told wade that he had thought about him and wade fucking you.
Three secretsâ he has pictures hidden, different boxes in different occasions full of your pictures.
HELP, MY PUSSYS' GONE CRAZY!
First post that I felt đŻđ»đźđȘđŽđ, will make a sfw version of this and will make a wade nsfw version, probably the last time I make nsfw hcs, don wanna go overboard to being đŻđ»đźđȘđŽđ.
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diet pepsi - kim mingyu
synopsis: When a ride home becomes something much more... interesting.
Your interactions with Mingyu have been getting weird during the last group meeting. Thereâs a certain tension in every kindness he does for youâit could be you overanalyzing friendly acts, or maybe Kim Mingyu wants you as much as you want him.
pairing: mingyu x reader wc: 3,6k
warnings: unprotected sex; kinda public car sex; dry humping; figering (f receiving); cock riding; mingyu is a teasing little shit; very slightly size kink; mentions of alcohol; inappropriate language. MDNI.
You don't know when you started feeling this way about Mingyu, but lately he's been... different. He's hot, but you already knew that. Everybody did.
Mingyu is tall, tanned, has a charming smile and beautiful sparkling eyes that goes along with the sweet and patient personality he always has when he's with you and the boys. But something is different.
You don't know what happened, but Mingyu's every attitude seemed different tonight and what would normally be âyour friend's caring and concerned wayâ was making you crave his attention in a way you've never felt before.
You felt your face heat up when he took the beer bottle from your hand and, before you could even try, Mingyu opened it and filled your glass, extending his arm towards you. When you hesitantly held the glass and your fingers touched briefly, Mingyu winked at you playfully and a shiver ran through your whole body.
This went on all night.
Mingyu carefully roasted the piece of meat you like best until it was just right for you. He also reached out to slap Vernon's hands away before he could snatch it from the grill, his muscles bulging under the sleeves of his black shirt right next to your face.
And, of course, you wanted to kiss him the moment he put his denim jacket over your lap to protect you from the cold without complaining â even though he told you to wear warm clothes tonight because of the weather.
â Gyu, you don't have to...
He cut you off before you could be the proud little thing who never gives in even though you know you're wrong.
â Don't be stubborn again. I told you it was gonna be cold and you still came in this tiny dress, at least keep the jacket. â He whispered, a perfectly balanced mix of seriousness and care. For emphasis, he tugged at the thin sleeves of your white dress, which didn't fit to keep out the cold.
Blame it on the drink;
Blame it on the several months you've gone without seeing anyone;
Blame Jeonghan for implanting indecent ideas in your head with his provocative comments about the way Mingyu always stood around you and looked at you;
Blame the smell of him surrounding you and inhibiting your senses in the enclosed space of the black range rover, or the way he drove with only one hand...
Blame anything, but you wanted him.
You felt your head spin the moment Mingyu said he would take you home, not letting anyone think of any other possibility during the carpool. And that was like a confirmation of everything a certain angel-faced devil had told you earlier.
You put on his dark denim jacket, sinking into the smell of his perfume that lingered on your clothes and biting your lips anxiously, an involuntary reaction to the scenarios you'd imagined and, to prevent your mind from continuing to go to places forbidden by âfriend statusâ, you grabbed a can of Diet Pepsi before heading towards the car.Â
Of course, you also had to deal with the feeling of disappointment silently when you found Dokyeom and Minghao waiting in the back seat. âJeonghan, you're paying me for this!â, you thought after fastening your seatbelt.Â
Mingyu smiled at you as he started the car, making his way to Dokyeom's house first - which was closer to the restaurant you were in. Eventually, you opened the can of Pepsi to distract yourself from the conflicting feelings you'd been having all night.
You didn't know it, but Mingyu noticed your strange behavior and, wanting to test whether his theory was right, he ignored the route to your house, deciding to leave Minghao first and then - by pure chance of fate - take the long way home.
He didn't stop there. Mingyu knew you were looking at him and purposely let go of one of your hands from the steering wheel, ran his fingers through his black hair to make it look messy as it fell over his eyes and, finally, grabbed the gearshift - as close to your thigh as possible, after all, Mingyu wanted to see how you reacted to him.
Of course, every glance was noticed, as was the intense way you stared at his hand holding the steering wheel. Mingyu could have sworn he saw you squeeze your thighs together a time or two when he made a skillful turn.
You started to shake your leg out of anxiety and seeing the perfect opportunity, Mingyu held your thighs in a firm grip to keep them still. The truth was that it didn't bother him at all, but he wouldn't miss the opportunity to put his hands on your thighs after so long watching them with desire.
He smirked arrogantly as he heard you sigh and struggle to keep still, muscles twitching uncontrollably under the palm of his hands. His eyes remained on the road, but they had a lustful glint behind the brown tenderness that Mingyu usually directed at you.
In your haze of thoughts, you didn't notice that the road to your house was taking longer than usual or that you had passed the same street three times. You also ignored the playful and arrogant expression that Mingyu wore, in fact, you didn't even look at his face as you were focused on the extraordinary way the veins stood out on the golden skin of his forearm and his thick thighs that were deliciously marked by his jeans.
The thin gold chain reflected the dim light of the streetlamps, shining through the collar of the black shirt that also highlighted the biceps carefully built up with regular routines in the gym, but just enough for the imagination. Kim Mingyu was dressed so casually and still managed to be sinfully handsome. Him wearing a black shirt so tight against his arms and chest should be considered a crime against public safety and you, feeling your neck heat up, pulled your hair up and leaned back in your seat to look at his face from a better angle.
 And the look in your eyes...
Mingyu felt his patience fading. He pushed his tongue against his cheek to control himself, squeezing the gearshift until his fingers turned white. And then your eyes went to his face, your rosy lips were slightly open, your shoulders barely moving because of the shallow breathing and the typical doe eyes that blinked heavily at him, scanning every birthmark he had on his chiseled face.
He was tired of overthinking what kind of game you were playing now.
Slowly, Mingyu pulled the car over as soon as you turned into a discreet, quiet - partly dark - street and, as if a mist was coming out of the front of your eyes, you came back to reality as you felt the car stop and looked out of the window. It wasn't your house and you were even more confused when you heard the car's engine stop.
You turned to Mingyu who was taking the key out of the ignition.
â What are you doing? â you asked, but Mingyu didn't answer. â Why did you stop here?
He continued without answering, Mingyu didn't even look at you. Still facing forward, he just unbuckled your thigh to open his own seat belt and moved the seat back very slowly. Your eyes widened in surprise, confusion and... anticipation.
You focused your attention on the sliding seat, returning to stare at Mingyu's thick thighs, and clamped your lower lip between your teeth. By the time you raised your eyes to Mingyu's face again, he was already looking at you with a naughty, arrogant grin and his head tilted slightly to one side.
â Having fun? â He asked arrogantly and you blinked rapidly, feeling confused and overwhelmed.
âMaybe I shouldn't have drunk so much,â you thought.
Mingyu leaned over you, knocking you backwards. Your back slammed against the car door and you held your breath, not wanting to make any movement or comment that would break the tension that bubbled deliciously under your skin. Your eyes were locked on Mingyu's, and you couldn't take your eyes off them for a second.
The sound of your belt opening made you blink repeatedly once more and let out an anxious sigh - which, in turn, made Mingyu even more confident.
He rested his left hand on the tinted car window and brought his right hand up to your neck, wrapping his hand around your throat and subtly pulling you forward. You let out a pained grunt and close your eyes as you felt his nose brush against yours, both breaths mingling.
His thumb moved slowly against your skin and your lips touched quickly as he moved his head. You were going crazy and he was doing it on purpose, after all, watching you need him was more fun than Mingyu could have imagined.
â Gyu⊠â You called softly. A heavy, needy whisper that complemented the hushed atmosphere that enveloped the two of you. He was so close that you could smell the beer and mint gum he was chewing earlier. You shifted uncomfortably against the leather seat, wanting to get rid of the feeling of unease that ran through your whole body.
â Hm? â was all Mingyu replied.
You brought your trembling hands up to his shoulders, sliding them slowly under the collar of his shirt, feeling the warm skin against your icy palms and the defined muscles under your fingertips. You slid down to the nape of his neck, making a point of dragging your nails lightly along the way in a phantom touch that Mingyu reciprocated by squeezing your neck a little tighter.Â
With a sigh you pressed your nails against his neck, marking his honey skin with red scratches and pulled the gold chain into a closed fist. Mingyu finally crashed his lips against yours in a strong, needy kiss.
An involuntary moan of satisfaction escaped your throat as you felt his tongue making its way into your mouth, the soft muscle crashing deliciously against yours, and Mingyu released your neck to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you against him so that you rode his lap.
It wasn't the most comfortable position even though the car was large, but 'comfort' wasn't a concern for him at the moment and even less so for you.
Still with trembling, hurried hands, you slipped them under his black shirt, dragging your nails across the length of Mingyu's abdomen, leaving more red marks across his immaculate skin. Your fingers stopped against the waistband of his jeans, unsure of what to do now.
Despite (trying) to be a confident person most of the time, you weren't the most experienced person when it came to boys. Minghao and Seungcheol tried hard to keep them away from you - after all, no guy was good enough for their best friend.
Mingyu, who had both arms around your waist now, pressing you against him, moved his hands down to your bare thighs, his fingertips trailing along the length that the slit didn't make a point of covering and - for the thousandth time tonight - your skin shivered at his touch.
Suddenly he grabbed both sides of your hips, pulling you forward and pressing you down against him, and you broke away from him with a gasp of surprise. You were both breathing heavily, your eyes closed and your foreheads pressed together. Mingyu brought his hand up to the collar of your jacket, gently pushing it back, his fingertips leaving a ghostly touch on the skin of your shoulder, exposed by the square neckline.
He removed the jacket from your body slowly, he was in no hurry at all and, now that there was nothing else in the way, Mingyu began to trail kisses and bites down the length of your jaw, neck and collarbones, marking your skin as you did with him and you answer by pressing your hips against his.
With an impulse of confidence you moved your waist, a slight and insecure movement at first, but one that made Mingyu sigh against the sensitive skin of your neck and increase the tightness against your skin - leaving marks that would turn red later. Mingyu's reactions were what you needed to keep going and you swivel your hips harder, making him throw his head back against the car seat.
Clumsily, you pulled up his shirt, trying to undress him, and Mingyu smiled even more arrogantly when he saw you fumble. He moved his hands away and pulled up his shirt and your eyes went down to his defined abdomen, measuring it completely.
His eyes darkened when he saw you biting your lips with glassy eyes. You brought your hands up to his shoulders, Mingyu was huge and very well built - unconsciously you thanked him for his dedication to the gym. He slid his hands under your dress, now squeezing the skin of your hips and waist with nothing to stop him.
You wrapped your index finger around the gold chain and pulled him forward, kissing him again, again, again and again and as many times as you wanted, you couldn't stop yourself.
You were so focused on the kiss, on moving your waist in just the right way to get all his reactions and whimpers, on the warm, soft skin against the palm of your hands, on the smell of him that intoxicated you, that you didn't miss his hands on your waist, and you weren't even surprised when the seat came down all at once, making you fall on top of him.
â What are you planning, Kim Mingyu? â you managed to ask between kisses and heavy sighs.
â You'll find out â he murmured against your lips. â And you'll love every second of it.
You felt your legs tremble and you rolled against him even harder, making him whimper softly and bite your lips hard. Mingyu stopped your hips, pushing you down a little just enough to unzip his pants and take out his cock that stood proudly up to his hips.
His red tip was shining from pre-cum, the veins that stood out on the skin, making you clench around nothing.
Mingyu moved his hand down your dress again, his fingertips slowly dragging over the thin fabric of your panties, teasing you.
â Gyu... â you whimpered.
â Tell me â he muttered against your mouth. â You need to tell me, pretty.
He enjoyed being a little teasing shit, finding fun in the way you react and your body trembles to his touches. Mingyu slides your panties to the side, his finger finally making contact to your clit.
â Please â you tried again, refusing to say it out loud.Â
â Nuh uh, baby, you need to say it.
â Gyu, please⊠â you started, but failed again.
â Poor little girl, canât even use her words⊠â he teased you.
â Kim Mingyu, I swear to God if you⊠â your words were cut off by a groan when he slid his middle finger into your wet cunt.
Mingyu smirked when saw you struggling with your words again, just because of him. It's a complete ego booster for sure.
â If I..? â he suggested, provoking you again. â Come on, baby, what are you gonna do?Â
He slid a second finger, bending them to hit that specific spot that makes you tremble and gasp in his ears because of the stretch. You leaned forward, resting your hands on his chest and hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
You feel a knot forming in your low stomach and bite his shoulder to relieve some of the feeling, moving your hips by your own, chasing it.
Your whimpers became louder and more frequent and Mingyu took this as an incentive to go faster, always aiming for that spot that made you react the way he liked the most.
Sequenced moans of his name left your lips and you dug your nails harder into his shoulders. Involuntarily squirming to escape the overwhelming sensation that you were experiencing. And at the same time that you wanted Mingyu to continue, it was becoming too much.
You hold Mingyuâs wrist, trying to stop him, but it only makes him go harder on you. His free hand, grabbing your hips to make you quiet.
â Shh â he whispered into your ear. â It's ok, pretty, let it go.
Mingyu was slowly edging you to your high. His fingertips brushing against your soft walls plus his sweet voice praising you makes your toes curl. His actions turn all too much to handle and you feel losing yourself.
â That's it, baby, cum for me.
And you came, his name leaving your mouth as a chant, while your body grows even hotter. Mingyu continued moving his fingers, slower this time to help you come down from your high. He left several kisses on your shoulders, and caressed your back until your breathing regulated again.
You push his arms down, breathing heavily with your foreheads close to each other.
Mingyu began to caress your thighs to calm you down, kissing your lips tenderly, moving down to your chest and collarbones. In a burst of courage, you sat on him, still not sliding in, just an attempt to tease him the same way he did to you before.
He moans your name in response, a smug smirk adoring his lips and his hooded eyes staring directly at you in pure desire. â Stop the teasing, baby. â He said.
You grabbed his cock aligning him to your cunt. You went down slowly, holding your breath as you felt him open you inch by inch. His hands grabbed your hips harder, pushing you down to help you keep moving.Â
â Fuck⊠â He groaned when he reached the bottom. Despite the urgency Mingyu felt to move, he remained still so you could adjust to his size.
You whimpered in discomfort, not being used to his size, but somehow the initial stretch was kinda pleasant. The caress Mingyu gave your back and the little kisses he left on your shoulders were enough to calm you down a little and, still a bit insecure, you raised your hips, waited a little trying to prepare yourself emotionally, and lowered yourself again slowly.
Mingyu squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip hard. He wanted to take things at his own pace, so you would be comfortable, so you would enjoy it too, but you looked so beautiful and angelic in that short white dress and your frowning face that his inner self roared with the need to destroy you.
He wanted to take control, pin you against the leather seat and watch fat tears roll down your face, destroying your makeup with black mascara stains. You sped up little by little, gaining confidence as you moved, but it still wasn't enough and your thighs burned from the effort. You tried to keep going, wanting to get more grunts and moans out of Mingyu, but something was missing and so you stopped, hiding your face in his neck out of embarrassment.
â What happened? â he asked you, stroking your hair to comfort you.
â Tired⊠â you muttered. After a few seconds of silence you heard him laugh.
â Spoiled princess wants me to do all the work? â He asked you again, his voice dripping in a condescending tone.
â Please â you beg.
He blinked in astonishment, taken aback by you. His eyes darkened and he thrust his tongue against his cheek. â Move to the backseat!
You do as he says, moving to the back of the large car. Mingyu skillfully takes the seat again, pushing it closer to the steering wheel and gets out, walking around the car to the back seat. You lean your back against the door opposite the one Mingyu came in through, biting your lip in excitement.
He grabs your ankle, pulling you down. You slide into the seat, now lying on your back as Mingyu towers over you with all his splendor and size and you feel so small next to him â he has that effect on people.
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down so you can kiss him again and circling his waist with your legs. Mingyu can only think about how you're going to be the death of him, but that moment doesn't last long as he's thrusting into you again. You moan louder, feeling him deeper than before.
The exchange of intense looks, foreheads colliding and the sloppy kisses constantly interrupted by sighs and moans add something more, intensifying all the feelings. His scent is surrounding you, making you dizzy and confused and Mingyu thrusts harder when he feels you scratch his back.
â More âyou asked and Mingyu happily complied with your whining.
He holds your thigh, placing it above his shoulders, resting one of his arms on the window glass for support, going even deeper. You feel your high coming for the second time that night and involuntarily tighten around him, making him grunt and go harder.
You scratched his back, cumming again.
This time Mingyu followed you, spilling his cum inside you. The feeling was overwhelming, something you had never felt before and didn't imagine experiencing so soon, even less not being in a relationship with this person, but when it came to Mingyu everything felt so right.
â What are we now? â maybe you were reading the situation wrong and this was nothing more than a casual hookup, a one night thing, but you couldnât help to feel your heart drop at this possibility.
â Iâll take you on a date â he answered simply.
â I think you reversed some steps â you joke, eliciting a breathy laugh from him.
Mingyu slid out slowly, but you still shivered in sensitivity. To reward him, he left several little kisses on your face.
â Maybe, but Iâll do it right this time. â He said. â Letâs get cleaned up and take you home.
You mumble in agreement, too tired to even respond and, unwillingly, you drag yourself back to the front seat. Mingyu leans towards you, fastening your seatbelt before leaving one last slow and deep kiss on your lips, one that you gladly return.
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Beastmen Courting Rituals | TWST
Savanaclaw Dorm X Reader
Leona X Reader, Ruggie X Reader, Jack X Reader,
---- BeastFolk typically have instinctual ways they begin 'courting' or a relationship, some even taught from a young age certain courting rituals. (Non-Human courting rituals part 1/3)
Note: Fun fact, I began making Fae courting first but then I posted the future kid thing and didn't want to post two Diasomnia so close together!
Octavinelle Ver | Diasomnia Ver.
Jack:
It started very small, one day he was there, the next he was there again, and the next he was also there.
He was always there.
Then it got a bit... weird? You noticed that when he would approach you, he was making this grumbling, whining sounds? You don't even think he realized it. You chose to ignore this fact for now, maybe it was just because he was a beast man? You didn't want to be rude by saying anything- or make him feel embarrassed.
After that he began to help you with your hair more as well. Well, your general appearance. He'd help you fix your uniform and brush off any dust or anything you'd may want or need help with. In turn you helped him back, it was only fair after all!
Never mind his flushed face while you did this, moving small hairs back in place and picking any particles off his own uniform.
"There's our dynamic pair! beauty and the beast man." Ace teased, a confident grin on his face while you sat down at the table, Jack not too far behind you.
Jack just rolled his eyes, a small blush on his face as he ignored Ace. Aka, while he did the smart thing to do. You, however, have yet to learn that Despite so many months of friendship and raised an eyebrow at the Card boy. "What are you talking about." You rolled your eyes at the boy.
"You don't know? but it's so obvious!" Ace frowned, Grim nodding beside him in agreement, though you doubted he even knew what the boy was talking about. "His tail is always wagging like a fan when he's talking to ya! He's totally in l-" just as Ace was about to finish speaking Jack piped up, his ears straight on his head in an alert manner and his tail stiff behind him.
"I didn't get anything to drink when we got food." He excused himself, you tried to get a look at his face because he wasn't looking at you but he didn't look back and stood up.
Glancing at his tray, you didn't fail to notice the milk carton on it. Plush, Jack was always the prepared, diligent one. That was so odd... You glanced back at Ace only to find him laughing to himself like the funniest thing just happened. "Whatever, where is Deuce?" You rolled your eyes.
"Why should I know? I'm not his mom."
After that, Ace started calling you dense. Maybe you were because you really didn't know what the hell he was talking about.
After that it was like there was a switch in Jack. He began to be touchier, not that you minded of course! Cuddling with friends is always nice, and you liked to think it was because of his more... animalistic features and instincts he was cuddlier.
But somehow it felt more intimate. He'd nuzzle his face into your neck and hang off of you like he was a coat instead of a large man who was... well jacked.
You'd often wrestle him off of you because he had gotten into the habit of, as you said before, hanging off of you! He'd whine and almost instinctually wrestle you back to stay into his place.
You may not be as strong as him, but you also didn't hate the way he'd run with you at P.E. You knew he could easily run laps around everyone, but instead he stuck with you. Smiling at you exhausted look and cheering you on. "I'm sure Coach Vargas wouldn't mind us taking a break?" He laughs a bit awkwardly after you glared at him for suggesting it when he barely even broke a sweat.
It wasn't till after Leona off Handly mentioned something about you smelling like Jack. Even wrinkling his nose and saying that he "didn't have to lay it on that thick." That you started to think, maybe, just maybe, something else was going on here.
So, you went to the library. Got yourself your very own book (that you had to return in two weeks) on Beastfolk Mating rituals.
Suddenly, it made sense why Ace thought you were dense. Apparently, this was commonish knowledge in this world! And maybe you were ignoring pretty obvious signs now that you thought about it.
So, one afternoon when Jack was hanging off of you, that look in his eyes you hadn't noticed till now. You bit his hand. His ears straightened in surprise and he looked at you for a moment. A thick blush on his face.
"Am I dense or are you courting me?" You finally asked now that you had his attention.
"I have been for a while now..." He sheepishly admitted while not looking you in the eye.
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Ruggie:
He avoided you like the plague, at first.
Even now, sometimes when he's approaching you, you noticed that he might backtrack and hesitate.
Now he is a lot more relaxed, often hanging off of your shoulder. Now that he knows you won't bite his head off. His tail would wag behind him slightly while he interacted with you. A stark contrast to the stiff, alert eared boy he was just a little while ago!
You will say though, it did take some of your lunches to get here. You'd equate this process to that of getting a scared cat to approach you with treats. Now, you didn't even need the treats to get him around! He'd approach you first now too. Still with hesitance, but once he did come up to you he did seem to enjoy himself.
"He loved hanging off of you and cuddling up to you. He was very handsy, (Like most beast men, you'd later learned) His face often nuzzled into the nook of your neck. "He loved hanging off of you and cuddling up to you. He was very handsy, (Like most beast men, you'd later learned) His face often nuzzled into the nook of your neck.
"It's so weird to see a Ruggie-Senpai hang out with you so much." Deuce said off handedly one afternoon. You two were studying together when he thought of this.
"What do you mean?" You couldn't help but ask the card solider. Putting your pen down as you looked at him curiously.
The boy just shrugged, a odd look on his face. "I don't know, I just thought Hyena beast men were more... You know." he added a bit awkwardly. You decided to drop it there.
"Yeah... Anyway, I think I remember-"
The interaction stood out in your head, however. What exactly did Deuce even mean? After that interaction, you noticed a couple things as well. Beast students would look at you and nodded at you in recognition? Leona's nose would scrunch up a bit when you spoke to him (though he never made any comments on it), and when you walked into Savanaclaw a beast guy once mistook you for Ruggie before he looked at you?
What did any of that even mean?! When you asked Jack, he just said you smelt like Ruggie.
That small interaction you had with Deuce quickly began to send you down a hill of thinking about everything Ruggie ever did! How he hung off of you, and how you two hung out. It got even weirder when Ruggie offered you some food. Like he had been for a while.
This was very out of character for the Hyena boy! How did you not realize it before? So, you asked him about it. "How come you always offer me something when we eat together?"
He blushed a bit looking at you with wide eyes for a moment before shaking his head, "I do that don't I?" he laughed awkwardly, "I mean I bring food home for the neighborhood kids too. We all got to eat; you know?" He shrugged it off. You wondered what that meant, because he didn't do it with anyone else, but you failed to push him on the subject.
Your sad to say, you never fully realized what was happening till someone explained it to you.
He knocked on Ramshackle door with a handful of pretty dandelions and asked you on a date. "Perfect, would you like to um... go out with me?" he asked hesitantly, a nervous smile on his face while he put his head down. Like he was trying to protect his neck...
You said yes and it was after that Leona explained how annoying it was watching you two and basically inadvertently explained everything to you...
"That would have been helpful to know sooner." You grumbled to yourself after talking with the lion.
"Eh? Ignore him shyhehe!~ Ruggie just snickered with his usual sly smile.
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Leona:
Leona didn't really have time for games. If he liked, you he'd just come out and say it. At least, that's what you had first thought. Yes, he did use your lap as a pillow and you two did cuddle somewhat regularly. That didn't exactly mean anything. Right?
And yeah, Ruggie did scrunch his nose up and complain that you smelt too much like Leona, but that didn't matter. Leona probably didn't mean to do that; he was probably sleeping.
Did Leona roar at you? Yeah, so what? It was like a yawn; it just came out. No, he wasn't blushing! He couldn't be because you were already looking away in embarrassment.
Leona just didn't like you like that. No matter how many Courting book you read on beast men!
The Lion man in question invited you out to a Spelldrive tournament he had been practicing for. Obviously, you went without a second thought. It would be nice to see the lazy lion not lazing around for once! At least that's how you justified it.
You definitely didn't want to just see your crush play a match.
You couldn't help but notice the whole time, how Leona kept looking at you in your seat. Making sure you had just seen him perform. You'd smile and cheer for him and maybe, just maybe, a sense of pride would build up in his chest.
And maybe it was really nice to hear you cheer, and see you jump up from your seat in excitement. And maybe it was really nice to be able to cheer for him.
So you planned to confess to him after this game. "Leona I really liked you! I have for a while now!" And you did.
"Finally." He yawned and rubbed the back of his neck, you two then went to cuddle in the garden.
Did that mean you two were together now...?
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A/N: I know that some dorms aren't like nonhuman, but I can imagine that like Riddle was taught like courting customs in The Queendom of Roses, (Some queen of heart rule) or like the scalding sands have some costumes? Like the world changes because of beastmen/Fae customs and people adapted to that and added it to their own ways of approaching a relationship? Idk lol
Sorry Leona's part was quite short, I was getting tired and just wanted to get this out! But thank you for reading!
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Part Five
Can't stop thinking about the attempt of reconciliation and reader ain't having it. Our girl is going to be wilddddd y'all. Also goodnight. See y'all tomorrow (maybe)
You call Meredith when you get home.
You. Are. Fuming. She's not sure she can ever remember a time you using so many swear words at one time.
How fucking dare them? Immature? You're the immature one? You were the one trying your best to salvage four failing relationship meanwhile none of those assholes could be bothered to try and keep one. They had one person to manage: you.
"I wanna go out this weekend." "Wear something tight and borderline risk indecent exposure."
"You know what I always say," Meredith begins. "The best way to get over someone-"
"is to get under someone else." You finish. You weren't exactly keen on the idea of bringing someone to your bed just yet, but a little attention would do you some good. "I don't want to fuck someone just yet." You admitted. "I'm more on the getting drunk and making out."
"I didn't know we resorted back secondary school heavy petting?" She teased.
"University, Dear." You corrected. "I didn't peak until after I graduated."
"No." She argued. "You didn't put your books down long enough to realize that boys actually wanted to fuck you." You were glad she couldn't see you roll your eyes. "Saturday work for you? I have a late night Friday and won't be up for it."
"That works."
"Sorry." She apologized. "I plan on getting you absolutely smashed so I need to be ready to play the nanny. I know how you love to get drunk and run off."
It was true. You had always found it hilarious when you were drunk to just run. Quite literally run away. It got to a point during university where Meredith would handcuff you to her so you didn't stray.
"I won't run." Your sober mind promised.
"Uh huh." Meredith's tone told you that she knew that was a load of shit. "I'll text Tabs. Let her know the plan."
The next day at the shop was pretty uneventful. No more unexpected visitors. You still had them all blocked. Not caring if now they decided to offer up some bullshit apology.
Months. This had been a steady decline for six months. A text or a simply sorry won't fix this. You weren't sure anything could.
But it didn't matter. You were done and they obviously were too.
You had picked up enough take out to feed a family, but you didn't plan on making your lunch before work or cooking when you got home. The rest of the week you planned on just going through the motions until you could go out Saturday and hopefully get everything out.
You weren't paying attention as you walked down the hallway to your flat. Fishing in your purse for keys. You were at almost at your door when you saw him.
Sitting next to your door was a familiar face. A face you felt you haven't seen in forever.
âWhat are you doing here, Kyle?" Your voice was flat as you continued to blindly try and find your keys with one hand. Fuck. You really need to clean out your purse...
âMy key wouldnât work.â He explained. "So Iâm out here.â
"I'm aware why you're not in my apartment since I changed the locks," you said, trying to keep your irritation at bay. "What I am asking is why did you come here?"
"You won't return any of our messages."
"You're all blocked, so technically I didn't really get any messages." "Besides, you don't get to complain to me about not responding to texts, Kyle Garrick." Your fingers finally wraps around them. God bless. "If you're here for your things, it'll have to wait. I have to sort through everyone's shit and I don't know whose is whose."
"We need to talk." He explains as you put the key into the lock, opening the door.
"Nah," you say scrunching your nose in that way he used to adore. "I'm good. But you can swing by tomorrow and pick up your things if you'd like." You say before trying to shut the door on him. You were stupid in thinking you could be faster than him.
Dammit.
"I know things haven't been good and I've definitely could have been better,'' he admits. "But can you at least try and let us apologize? Let us try and work it out."
"No." You answered, trying to close the door. Not caring if you had to resort to kicking his shins to get him out.
"Why not?" He countered.
âMaybe because I've already tried, Kyle?â You gave up on trying to shut him out. You were strong, but he didn't have any issues in besting you. âBecause I actually tried with you. With all of you. You didnât need to come here giving me excuses about your life being hectic because Iâve made the excuses for you.â You didn't miss how he practically flinched. He had always blamed his busy life. Family. Work. You stopped caring about whatever excuse he gave you and realized it was just that. An excuse. âIâve been telling myself for months that everything you guys didnât do for me wasnât because you didnât care about me. It was because of the stress of your deployments is the reason none of you tell me when you get back from until itâs time to fuck. I tell myself itâs because of the fucked up situation of me being with all of you that makes it awkward to meet your families. Families you all have that I now know Iâm not worthy of meeting.â He wanted to correct you. You were. You were worthy. He was an idiot. âItâs not that I need your excuses to make me feel like what you did was justified. No matter what it was, it was apparently to you because you did it.â
He took a step back, processing everything you had said. He had been selfish. You were the reliable constant in his life. Someone he believed he never disappointed. Someone he couldn't disappoint no matter how many times he fucked up.
You took the opportunity to slam the door. Quickly turning the lock before he had a chance to open it back up.
God...
That felt good.
You had spent that evening collecting their thing in case Kyle did show back up tomorrow. You wouldn't make their lives easier by sorting all their shit and organizing it. Everything. One box. Let them figure it out. You almost had a mind to add a shirt that you knew didn't belong to any of them just to have them argue over it. Or least make them think there was someone else...
You were almost tempted if not for the premise that you wanted them to realize this was their fault. Their fuck up. But now that you were officially all broken up, you were free game.
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Soulmate | Carlos Sainz Ver.
WC: 4.8K
Csrlos x Soulmate!reader
Summery: Everyone can feel their soulmate's injuries and pain since the age of 15
Warning: None??
AN: Thank you for all the ideas. I just changed jobs, and it's a full time office job, so it's very demanding đđ
Max Ver. , Oscar Ver. , Charles Ver., Lewis Ver.
Masterlist
Carlos Masterlist
The world is built on the idea that soulmates are connected through their physical pain. Everyone knows that if you're injured or in pain, your soulmates feel the exact same pain. This can be seen as a blessing or as a curse. In one way, you know when your other half is injured, but it also brings shared vulnerability. Some believed it was a form of protection, a way for soulmates to be in tune with one another, even if they'd never met.Â
Now, did you know about this from a young age? Yes, you did. Did that stop you from doing all those crazy things that caused you multiple injuries? No. You felt sorry every time, but you're just clumsy by nature. It was from the moment you could walk that you've been a klutz. Bumping into walls, tripping over your own feet, and misjudging the occasional stair, it was part of your life. Growing up, you've gotten used to the bumps and bruises that came with her natural clumsiness, but what took longer to adjust to was the knowledge that someone else felt them, too.
Your soulmate must be a saint because you've rarely felt any pain. Yes, through the years, there have been times when you felt real and strong pain, but it was few and far between.
In a world of soulmates that felt their soulmates through visceral pain, your soulmate did everything he could to never cause you pain.
And for as long as you could remember, youâd imagined what he might be like. Patient for sure, after all, he had to endure your countless scrapes and missteps. You wondered if he was the type to sigh and shake his head when he felt you stub your toe or if he was used to your clumsiness, so much so that it barely bothered him anymore. Whoever he was, you were grateful got him.
Your friends often teased you about it, especially when you had a particularly bad fall or ended up with an impressive bruise. âYou really owe your soulmate an apology.â They would always joke. âHe must be so fed up by now.â
Youâd always laugh it off, but late at night youâd overthink. Did he really mind? Or was he out there somewhere laughing about it, too? What was his life like? Was he clumsy, too? You doubt it. He must be the complete opposite, composed and careful, someone who rarely felt pain unless it was coming from you. Maybe he was a doctor or an athlete, someone who needed precision and strength in his day-to-day life. Your imagination would always run wild, paining pictures of him in your mind. But no matter how many times you tried to envision his face, it remained just out of reach, like the hazy details of a dream.
The older you got the more curious you got, and it started eating at you. Who was he? Where was he? Some people met their soulmate early on, like your childhood friend who had found hers at eighteen. Others never found theirs at all, even though they shared the pain for their entire lives. You tried not to let it bother you too much, after all what could you do? If youâre meant to meet itâll happen on itâs own time.
But still there was that nagging feeling every time you bumped your knee or accidently burned your hand cooking. You would wince and imagine him somewhere far away, gritting his teeth as he felt the same.
âAnother one for you soulmate.â You muttered as you stumbled over a crack in the pavement.
For as long as you lived with the bond youâve been the one giving the worst of pains, sending your soulmate injuries, most harmless, but youâve also broken enough bones over the years.
It started as a dull ache, just beneath your ribs on the right side. At first, you didnât think much of it, assuming itâs a muscle strain or maybe itâs something youâve eaten. You shifted in your seat, pressing your hand against the spot as if to massage the discomfort away, but the ache lingered, stubborn and unrelenting.
Throughout the day the pain grew worse. What started as mild throb quickly became sharp, stabbing sensation, taking your breath away every time you moved, and you started to feel a fever coming. This wasnât like the occasional bump or fall youâre used to, this is far worse than anything youâve felt before. This is different, deeper, persistent and alarming.
By late afternoon, you couldnât take it anymore, every breath felt like a knife twisting in your side, and no matter how you positioned yourself, it wouldnât go away. Sweat was forming on your forehead as you tried to power through the pain, but something wasnât right.
Could this be coming from him?
You never felt pain like this before, certainly not from your own body. Your chest tightened, if this pain wasnât yours, then something is very wrong. The idea that your soulmate could be hurt, really hirt, it made your stomach churn. You could handle minor injuries, but this? This was different.
You rushed to the hospital, the ride to the hospital felt like an eternity. By the time you arrived, you were sweating and clutching your side, each movement like a dagger. You explained your symptoms to the nurse at the reception, your voice wavering with pain and fear,
They rushed you into an examination room.
âWeâll run some tests.â The doctor said after you told him your symptoms, his brows furrowed with concern. âIt sounds like it could be appendicitis, but weâll know more once we do an ultrasound.â
As the minutes dragged on, the pain sharpened, radiating into your chest. You clutched the hospital bedâs metal rails, your knuckles turned white as you waited. Nurses and doctors came and went performing the tests as quickly as they could. After what felt like hours the doctor came back.
âThe tests came back normal.â He began, flipping through the papers in his hands. âThereâs no sign of appendicitis, in fact, you donât have an appendix.â That was news to you.
âWhat? I donât have it? Is that normal?â You asked confused.
âItâs rare but it happens some people are born without an appendix.â The doctor confirmed, he didnât seem too worried.
âBut the pain, itâs unbearable, whatâs causing it?â You asked and dreaded the answer you know the doctor is about to give you.
âThe only answer we have is, the pain isnât yours to begin with.â The doctor smiled sympathetically. His words hung in the air heavy. Your soulmate. Heâs the one in agony, and you were feeling every excruciating second of it.
Carlos hasnât been feeling the best the last couple of days, he thought he was tired from all the traveling and racing and training. It happens. But the moment he woke up he knew something was wrong, he had Free Practice today, so he just pushed through it. However throughout the day, heâs just been getting worse and worse. By the end of FP2 he knew he couldnât just push it off, it wasnât food poisoning, he was starting to burn up.
Carlos with his team went to the hospital so heâd get checked out. He sat hunched over in the waiting room, gripping his side as the pain flared up again, sharper this time. The medics had said it was appendicitis and a routine surgery, nothing major. But that didnât ease the fear eating at the back of his mind. Heâs used to pushing his body through physical discomfort, but never to the point of pain. But this wasnât the type of pain you ignore.
He could feel the ache spreading and tightening like a vice around his abdomen. His hands were clammy, sweat was gathered on his forehead, and his breath came in shallow, uneven bursts. Heâs been through a lot through his life, the crash here and there, the pain of his soulmate breaking a bone, and stubbing her toes and all the random bruises she seems to get randomly. This felt like his body was on fire from the inside out, and it wasnât just the physical pain that made his chest tighten.
It was her, his soulmate.
As long as he could remember, he had shared pain with you. The worst when you had broken your leg. And heâs grown accustomed to the random flicker of discomfort over the years, wondering what kind of person you are. He imagined you being clumsy, maybe even a bit absent-minded, but he never minded. In fact, it had always made him smile, knowing that somewhere out there, you were living your life and through those little jolts of pain you felt close to him.
But today, he was the one that was causing you pain, pain like you both have never experienced before. That realisation made him nauseous. How much of this were you feeling right now? Were you suffering as much as he was, lying somewhere clutching your side in agony?
Carlos wiped the sweat from his brow and closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the pain. He thought of you, his soulmate.
You walked out of the hospital room, walking slowly. Since the pain you were experiencing isnât yours, pain meds will do nothing unless your soulmate takes some. You were clutching your side as you walked, not really paying attention, that and being the clumsy person that you are you bumped into someone while you were passing one of the waiting rooms. You stumbled before your knees hit the floor, hard. You winced, the same time someone else did.
âIâm so sorry are you alright?â An accented voice asked, you looked up to see a man with a moustache, he was dressed in red.
âYeah, yeah, Iâm sorry, I wasnât paying attention.â You replied instantly and took the manâs hand to stand up. You were unaware of the other Spanish eyes on you.
Carlos shared a look with his dad beside him, Carlos Sr. saw everything happen. He saw you fall and he saw his son wince when you did.
âPinch yourself.â He muttered to his son, not taking his eyes off you.
âW-what?â Carlos frowned at his fatherâs words, but he didnât wait Carlos Sr. pinched his sonâs arm and you let out an âawâ and held your arm where he pinched his son.
You frowned, not understanding what was going on with your soulmate.
âAre you hurt?â The man in front of you asked seeing how you held your arm.
âYeah, soulmate.â He lets out an âahâ in understanding.
Carlosâs eyes went wide when he saw you feel his pain, your hand went back to your side, the same he was holding, and even though he was still in pain he felt relieved, his heart much lighter and he couldnât help but smile. His dad nudged him with a smile of his own. And Carlos stood up and went to his friendâs side. Gigi was confused why Carlos was coming his way, and why he was smiling when he had to go in for surgery in less than two hours. But he wasnât looking at him, he was looking at you.
You only noticed him when he came to stand beside the man you bumped into.
âHi.â Carlos said simply and you frowned confused.
âHi?â It came out as a question, you looked between the two men in confusion. âIâm sorry but i-â
You were cut off when you groaned as a wave of pain hit you, the same time as the stranger in front of you winced and held his side, the same side youâve felt the pain. Gigi then knew what happened, and he too couldnât help but smile, he looked at Carlos Sr. for confirmation and he just gave him a proud nod.
You looked at the new man who was holding his side, your heart skipped a beat. Is he? Could he? This is almost too good to be true. You bit your tongue slightly.
âWhy are you biting your tongue?â The smooth voice of your soulmate asked, your eyes went wide, Carlos chuckled at the expression on your face. âHi.â
âHi.â This time it was breathless; your eyes didnât move from his face as you took him in. He also was waring a red shirt, but he also had a hat on top of his head, covering parts of his face but your eyes met his, nonetheless.
âIâm Carlos.â Carlos said and put his hand out for you to shake.
âY/n.â You said taking his hand, the rush you both felt is unexplainable. You felt warm, your heart was beating faster and you were tingling all over. âItâs really you.â
âItâs me.â Carlos said and you both didnât let go of each otherâs hand.
âCarlos, itâs better you go to your room.â Gigi said, once the nurse told them his room was ready. Carlos nods, but it takes him a few moments to let go of your hand and look away.
âCome on.â Carlos said and he leads you to his room following the nurse. Once the door is closed leaving the both of you alone, you turned to face him once more.
âI never thought Iâd meet my soulmate in a hospital of all places.â You said and smiled.
âReally? With how much you like to hit the floor, it was more than likely.â Carlos teased, he took off his hat and ran a hand though his hair, it was so fluffy you wanted to run your hands through it.
âYeah, sorry about that.â You mutter suddenly not meeting his eyes, feeling guilty for all the pain you caused him.
âHey, I didnât say I minded.â He said but you still refused to meet his eyes, so he went on. âEvery time I felt your pain, I knew you were out there somewhere, living your life and that I wasnât alone, even if once or twice the timing wasnât the best, is till cherished it.â
âReally?â You asked meeting his hypnotizing brown eyes.
âReally.â Carlos confirms, his smile is sweet and kind and warm.
âWhatâs wrong with your appendix?â You ask your hand itching to touch where you know he feels the pain most.
âI have appendicitis, will go into surgery in an hour or so.â Carlos tells you and feels himself riddled with guilt, knowing you felt the pain of his illness. âWhy are you here?â
âCame to check if itâs my pain or yours I was feeling.â You could see the guilt eating at him. âI rarely felt pain coming from you, youâve always been so careful, and here I am falling every day.â
âGuess we balance each other out.â Carlos said and you smiled.
âGuess so⊠also I discovered Iâm born without an appendix.â You suddenly tell him and smile up at him.
âSo weâll match then.â Carlos laughed at the coincidence. You both stayed silent for a long moment, just basking in each otherâs presence. âThereâs so much I want to ask you.â
âMe too.â You tell him honestly. âLike why are you wearing red? It looks like a uniform, same with the guy I walked into.â
âIt kind of is a uniform, itâs team kit, weâre required to wear it.â Carlos says and runs a hand over the back of his neck, heâll have to explain what he does to you.
âLike a sports thing?â You asked raising an eyebrow.
âYeah, exactly that.â You mouth forms an âoâ shape, and you nod to yourself.
âWhat sport?â
âFormula 1.â You rack your brain over if youâve heard of it before, Carlos saw the confused look on your face, he was about to answer your un asked question when someone knocked on the door. He called out for them to enter and in walked his dad and Gigi.
âYou have to get ready.â Gigi said and Carlos sighed he was just starting to talk to you, you smiled at him.
âIâll be here.â You promised and he nods.
âIâll introduce you then. This is y/n, my soulmate.â He said is so proudly, smiling at you, a smile that you shared. âThatâs Poerluigi, known as Gigi and this is my dad Carlos Sr.â
âOh, I didnât know you dad was here as well, itâs nice to meet you sir.â You say and go to shake his hand, Sr. smiles and shakes your hand.
âNice to finally meet you.â Carlos Sr. said with a smile he gave you a quick one-armed hug while your hands were still clasped together. âCarlos has been anxious to meet you lately.â
âPapa.â Carlos Jr. warned his dad, he didnât want any embarrassing stories to reach you before he even gotten the chance to officially sit and talk to you. Sr. winked at you and you giggled, Carlos gives you both a warning look, before you leave the room so they can prep him for surgery. Meeting your soulmate right before he has to go into surgery isnât really ideal. The three of you were allowed to wait in his room once Carlos was wheeled out.
âSo what exactly does Carlos do?â You asked, and that opened the flood gates. They told you about how Carlos Sr. is a rally driver, all his achievements and how Carlos decided to get into Formula 1, that heâs a driver for Ferrari. They showed you some videos of him on track, deciding not to share anything personal and leave it to Carlos to share and say what he wants to.
You in turn were asked about what you do, your hobbies, why youâre always getting bruised and just random talk. When Carlos is brought back in the room, heâs still unconscious, the doctor informed you that it went well and that heâll recover in no time. Carlos Sr. went out the room to call his wife and inform her of Carlosâ well-being.
when Carlos wakes up, youâre all kicked out of the room for the doctor to check on him, before youâre allowed back inside. The doctor reconfirms that Carlos is okay and well and that heâll be able to recover fast. Something he was happy to hear about.
âHow are you feeling?â Carlos Sr. asked his son.
âGood.â
âI think the pain meds havenât worn off yet.â You say, feeling not an ounce of pain through your connection. Carlos smiles at you and you smile back.
âYou stayed.â
âOf course, I did.â You say with a pointed look, heâd be stupid if he thought youâre about to leave him when heâs going into surgery, no matter how easy it is.
Gigi takes a picture of both Carlosâs for Instagram, for the fans. He did manage to snap a few of you both, but those were private, for now at least.
âWhere are you staying?â Carlos asked and when you gave him your hotel room, he laughed.
âWhat?â
âYou were so close all along.â Carlos says and he smiles thinking about how even if he was okay, you properly wouldâve met. âIâm staying there too.â
âGuess fate intended for us to meet one way or the other.â You smile at the thought, youâre mean to be, and you were bound to meet.
Carlos is required to spend the night, and his dad decided to stay with him. Meaning you and Gigi went back to the hotel, and agreed to meet in the morning so you could head back to the hotel together. In all of the rush of things, you forgot to ask Carlos for his number, but Gigi gave you his number for the meet up in the morning.
can you send me Carlosâ number? đ
Gigi
Sure đ
You ignore the winky face and save Carlosâ number once you received it.
Stop moving around so much đ€š
Soulmate â€ïž
sorry, I canât find a comfortable spot to sleep
ask the nurses for painkillers if youâre in pain
Soulmate â€ïž
Iâm alright, itâs not too bad
Do you feel pain? If you want I can take pain killers for you.
no Iâm good, itâs alright
I can feel you
Soulmate â€ïž
I canât feel you
do you want me to pinch myself or something?
Soulmate â€ïž
No, now the tables are turned.
I guess so
Soulmate â€ïž
what?
im sad that youâre the one in pain
Thatâs my job in the relationship!
Soulmate â€ïž
Relationship? đ
You felt a blush cover your face; you want to cover your cheeks even though he canât even see you.
I think thatâs enough for today
you should go to sleep.
Soulmate â€ïž
fine, Iâll let it slide
this time
see you tomorrow, hermosaâ
see you tomorrow.
The next morning you meet up with Gigi, who had a bag of clothes for both Carlosâs. the drive to the hospital you spent talking about unimportant things. When you got to the hospital, Carlos Sr. took the bag and went to change, and Gigi excused himself to go get coffee.
âHow did you sleep?â Carlos asked you.
âI slept alright, how about you?â You asked glancing to where they did the surgery.
âI slept better than ever, dreaming about you.â You couldnât fight the blush and turned your head to the side, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling. âDonât hide your face from me.â
Carlos moved so his feet were dangling off the bed, he wanted to walk up to you and pull you in close. He hasnât been able to hug you yet, and he wants to desperately. Carlos puts his hand out and you walk closer to him, you put your hand in his and he pulls you closer. Youâre standing between his legs; Carlos doesnât wait and wraps his arms around you in a hug. You stand frozen for a moment before you lean into him, your arms much closer around him than his around you. But you lean your head onto on his shoulder.
âI wanted to do that since I saw you.â Carlos mumbles, his voice coming out right next to your ear, making you shiver.
âOnly this?â You ask, now that youâre face is hidden, you found the confidence to say that to him.
âIf we werenât here, Iâd show you all the things I want to do to you.â Carlos whispers and kisses right under your ear, you close your eyes basking in the feeling of him around you.
âCould have waited until I wasnât here.â Carlos Sr. says coming out of the attached bathroom. You pull away from Carlos and your blush is back. Carlos only chuckles and rolls his eyes at his father.
Carlos changes and comes out, him and his dad start talking in Spanish, you sip on the coffee Gigi has gotten you checking your notifications on your phone. You look up when you feel the conversation getting a tad bit heated, Carlos is standing in a pair of jeans and his team kit his hat is on the bed.
âWhy are you in your team kit?â You ask confused, Carlos Sr. moved his hand in your direction, indicating to his son to tell you whatâs going on.
âIâm going to the race today.â Carlos said and you frowned.
âWhy? Are they making you go?â You asked seeing no reason for him to be anywhere, but back in the hotel and resting until his flight.
âNo, but I want to be there.â Carlos said simply and his dad muttered something under his breath.
âYou just got a surgery not even 24 hours ago.â You say standing up.
âI know, but like I told papa, I want to go be there for the team, and I wonât be doing an media or anything, it wouldnât be different than me staying in the hotel.â
âDoubt it.â Sr. mutters. You think for a moment, not liking this at all.
âOkay, but remember I feel your pain, at the first sign of it weâll be out of there.â You tell him with a pointed look, daring him to disagree.
âOkay, fine.â Carlos says and Gigi smirks.
âI like this one.â
Both Carlos Sr. and Jr. walked to the motorhome first, and you and Gigi followed after, you had a Ferrari with 55 hat on, your head was done as instructed as you followed the man in front of you. There has been a dull pain in your side as the pain killers wore off, but it wasnât too bad so you said nothing. Getting to the garage, Gigi sticks to your side and shows you around, Carlos is busy, which isnât the resting he said heâd do.
Gigi soon introduces you to Alex, Charleâs soulmate, you both talk about your soulmates. Unlike you she knew about Formula 1 before she dated Charles, but her knowledge was limited before that. She was super nice to you, as she explained a few things about the race, she also pointed out where Carlos is in the garage. You may have known him for so little time, but seeing him work, showed you a different side to him. Heâs very dedicated and clearly loves what he does.
You find yourself in the back of the garage in a staff only area, itâs like a cafeteria. Carlos was standing to the side eating from a plat in his hand while you talked with Charles and Alex.
Carlos drops his fork on the floor and in a reflex move he bends to pick the fork up. Your side suddenly flares up and you gasp clutching your side. Both Charles and Alex look at you in concern.
âItâs Carlos.â You tell them and move to get to your soulmate, when your clumsy self decides to hit the side of a table with your hip making you stumble and now hold your hip. Carlos curses and he moves to get to you only ending up hunched over from the strain he puts to his side.
âYou both, need to stop moving!â Carlos Sr. says and goes to see Carlos and make sure he hasnât popped a stitch or something. Charles and Alex were at your side pulling you up.
âYou are clumsy.â Charles says with a teasing smile, and Alex hits his shoulder, giving herself the same pain, but it makes him stop.
âMade for each other you two.â Carlos Sr. says and you and Carlos meet eyes, you both smile and chuckle, this recovery is going to be harder than you both expected.
It took you two weeks to allow Carlos to do any kind of kissing, and still, you stayed away from his side when you did. Carlos had you in his home to get to know you while he was in between races. He just came back from a race that he won, first winner of the season, that isnât Max. it took more than usual out of him, which was understandable. But now that he was cleared to race, here you were on his bed, him leaning on the headboard and you in his lap, kissing. I never felt this good. Every bite ever suck was felt by the two of you. It left you gasping and moaning for more. Both your lips are puffy and bruised, Carlos moves his lips to your neck in wet kisses before he finds your sweet spot that had you moving over him. He groans and starts sucking, so lost in the moment.
The next day you wake up first and head to the bathroom for a quick shower, Carlos hears the water and wakes up. He walks in the bathroom and stops when he sees himself in the mirror, he lets out a curse. You poke your head out hearing him curse.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask and he turns to show you his neck, you burst out laughing. â
âBut it looks good on you.â Carlos almost whined and you couldnât help but continue laughing.
âWell did you come into here to stare at yourself in the mirror, or?â You asked raising an eyebrow before turning and getting back under the shower head. Carlos forgets all about the hickeys covering his neck, collarbones and chest. He did a number on you last night.
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Letâs just say it was easier for you to cover them than Carlos. The next race, the fans spotted them fast.
âLooks like you had a fun night.â Jensen commented while interviewing Carlos with a knowing smirks on his face. âWild girl?â
âUh no, I wouldnât sag that. I did them myself.â Carlos admitted his face warming up a bit. You watched the interview from the sides, your neckline and hair covering up all the bruises he left on you.
âDid them yours- oh, oh, congratulations, mate.â Jensen bro hugged Carlos, realising what he meant. âWe all had to learn where to stop.â
You rolled your eyes bit still smiled, Carlos already knew where to stop, evident by the fact that more bruises ended right under his neckline.
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It was all just a time thing, with your clumsiness and Carlosâs love of kissing. But your identical bruises caught on cameras, as well as you hitting something and Carlos reacting was a sign enough for everyone that youâre his soulmate.
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From me: I promise itâs not going to be about math that much. This is an academic rivals sort of thing. Itâs going to have at least two follow ups but this is the whole story overall. I think there are parts of it that are kind of hand-wavy and whatnot. Not completely connected or explained.
Warnings: Maybe if you read this the right way you may notice that Harry's a little bit of a sugar-daddy. Low self-esteem, cheating, mentions of sex stuff.
Summary: Harry loves annoying the girl in his classes. She's an easy target. And more often than not, she teases him right back.
Which Harry is an absolute sucker for.
âHey,â he hissed.
She ignored him. Instead, her gaze bounced back between the board where Professor Charles was writing on the whiteboard and the paper in front of her alongside her notebook, dated and titled ready to jot down any issues she had as they worked through the new material.
Something hit the back of her head. Nothing that hurt. But she felt it in her hair. Probably a gum wrapper. Or maybe the actual piece of gum. She wouldnât have been surprised. She reached behind her head without looking, grateful it wasnïżœïżœïżœt a piece of gum, and she dropped the wrapper in her bag beside her to dispose of later.
He dropped his calculator off his desk (flung it was more accurate) so it landed right by her foot. She didnât flinch as it clattered and ignored the curious peeks of others looking at her like she was the one causing the noise.
âGive me a pencil,â he was right next to her, grabbing his calculator.
âGo fuck yourself,â she whispered so quietly she wondered if Harry could even hear her.
âPlease! I forgot!â
âYou always forget,â she hissed back.
Professor Charles cleared his throat. She glared at her paper as her cheeks burned with embarrassment. How dare Harry embarrass her in front of her professor because he was too stupid to bring his own pencil again. She placed dots on her graph as her professor did, stabbing at her paper a little too hard. Pretending it was Harryâs Voo Doo doll. Just so it would stop. So he would stop. But no. He was still knelt beside her.
âMr. Styles, is everything alright?â Professor Charles asked.
âYup, just tying mâshoe,â he said and stood up with a grin. That grin probably got Harry out of a speeding ticket, especially if he was pulled over by a female officer. Probably got him out of homework when he was in school because he knew how to make anyone feel flattered and good about themselves.
That stupid, pretty smile of his with the most adorable dimples probably melted any woman that looked his way.
Professor Charles rolled his eyes as he turned back to the whiteboard. At the same time Harry plucked her pencil from her grip mid stroke of the number eight she was writing. Before she could protest or even fully grasp that her writing utensil was stolen, Harry was back in his seat... right behind her. She took a deep breath and tilted her head to the ceiling trying to keep herself calm so she wouldnât scream at him in front of everyone. So, she wouldnât look like a lunatic. Why did he have to sit behind her? She reached into her bag and pulled out her pencil case and continued writing as if Harry hadnât interrupted her at all.
*
She didnât have a class following her lecture so she would have a second to breathe and eat, which wasnât the case most days. Fortunately, she was head tutor at the academic center in the library which wasnât far from the dining hall. It was also pretty easy going at the center, so she could eat while working. But it was always nice to pretend and be a regular student and eat in the hall. She listened to music and read her book. The only hour she got to read much these days. After tutoring, she would be headed to one more class before she was back to work at the college bar in the center of town.
Her schedule was mapped out to the minute. Her days filled to the brim with school and work. Because she didnât have a choice. It was the same way every penny of her budget was scheduled and allotted for other things as well. It didnât leave time for friends.
âHey gorgeous.â
Well, one friend.
He pecked her cheek before sitting across from her. âClass good?â He asked.
She nodded. âYeah, how was yours?â
He reached over the table, held her hand, and skimmed his thumb along her knuckles. It was sweet. If it wasnât so forced. âGood,â he smiled.
Isaac was an extremely handsome guy. He was popular, smart, and funny. His family had big plans for him and that was why he was on this prestigious college campus.
âHi Isaac,â a flirtatious call sounded from across the room. He turned to find the culprit but came up short.
âBy the door,â she said. Isaac turned releasing her hand as he did and waved at the girl who dissolved into giggles. After greeting the masses, he turned his attention back to her. âCan I suggest something?â
âOf course you can, girlfriend.â
She rolled her eyes. âDo you really want to be with the kind of girl who will openly flirt with someone in a relationship?â
âI think everyone knows itâs a fake relationship.â
âRegardless,â she shrugged.
âJealousy doesnât become you, my love,â he winked. He grunted when she tossed one leg over the other beneath the table and perhaps overshot just a hair.
She met Isaac on the first day of college. She was bringing her own stuff into her dorm room alone. His parents caught sight of her. Recognized her as she looked like her momâs twin from way back when they all roamed this campus themselves. But unlike them, she was there under very different circumstances. She greeted them politely, smiled, and chatted as she knew best.
But Isaac approached her later that evening. She was sweaty from unpacking all alone. Her saving grace was a dorm room to herself. Perhaps the only lucky thing about her freshman year. This place screamed money. Money that she didnât have anymore.
Isaac screamed money. âI need your help.â So, Isaac made sure she didnât die of hunger and didnât become a complete social pariah. Made sure she was taken seriously because of course this campus was littered with people who didnât believe smarts could come without money.
In return, she was to be a doting girlfriend. When his parents were around, she was to be a fixture on his arm. Would it last forever? Probably not. But at least she would be okay for four years. She was kind, lovely, the exact kind of girl they expected their son to find and help keep him stable to take over his fatherâs company.
The kind of girl that would let Isaac be with whoever. Of course they had their moments. Like the lunch breaks such as the current one. Making appearances so that if anyone asked it wouldnât be unheard of that they were together.
But she was no stranger to the whispers. That poor girl has no idea her boyfriend is cheating on her.
Fortunately, she didnât have time for a boyfriend. Especially not one like Isaac. So, if her fake boyfriend was cheating on her, then at least she didnât have to deal with it. Each time his parents came to town it wrecked her schedule. Wreaked havoc on her study time. Her work time. After three years, it was starting to feel like more of a give and less of a take in comparison to him.
But Isaac was nice enough. He still thanked her profuselyâespecially when his parents were in town. He didnât use a lot of tongue when he kissed her in effort to keep up appearances. Knowing where his tongue had been, she was grateful.
âIâm not jealous,â she told him. âI care about you enough that I donât want your heart to get broken.â
âYou know I donât have one of those.â She rolled her eyes. âYou know, Iâd be happy to throw you a bone, my love,â he leaned toward her, his eyes flirty and his smile lascivious.
She snorted. âNot even if you boiled it in disinfectant.â
âOrgasms help with stress.â
âIâm not lacking in orgasms. Not that itâs any of your business.â
âKinky, baby,â he winked. âYou actually got me hard,â he told her. He wasnât trying to sleep with her so much as he was willing to sleep with her. When they first arrived at college there were several firsts that both needed to accomplish and well, the fake dating wasnât the only thing they were able to help each other out with. But after three years of rumors and knowing what Isaac was like outside their fake relationship, she was glad she got to him before all of the rumors swarmed around her.
âI have to go to work,â she told him getting up from the table.
Isaac really was a nice friend. Lovely even. But only if they were really alone. As time wore on, he got cocky and annoyingâespecially in public. It seemed like he was doing more of a favor for her than she was for him (even though she stopped asking him for things almost a month into their arrangementâshortly after she heard a rumor of a threesome).
But his parents loved her. They didnât ask questions about his schooling or dating life because of her sweet nature. Originally, she felt guilty over their lie. But now, she was resenting that part of him more and more. He was a pretty good friend. But he was a dick of a boyfriend. âAre yâhungry, baby?â He asked.
She shook her head, cheeks blushing, and anger tingling in her blood. She hated the way he spoke to her in public; he sounded so condescending. Not at all like the kind and caring boyfriend he was supposed to pretend to be or even the kind and sweet friend he was behind closed doors. âShut up, Isaac,â she sighed. His ego played a massive part in their friendship. He was rich and popular. She was not. âYou sound like a douchebag.â
He pressed his lips to her ear, wrapped his arm around her waist. If she was looking in from the outside, she was sure it looked cute and romantic. âMm,â he hummed ignoring her insult. âCan feed you something later,â he winked.
She knew people were watching so she smiled, leaned toward his ear. âIf youâre going to feed me, I need a full meal.â
He chuckled, rolled his eyes and pecked her lips. âSee you later, baby,â he kissed her softly again as he said it. âGonna make sure youâre nice and full,â he promised loudly as he walked away. Not so loudly, that everyone would hear. But certainly loud enough for Harry Styles, who walked into the dining hall at that precise moment, to hear.
âWow, bit extra for the dining hall,â Harry smirked. She glared at him, her cheeks warming.
âDonât suppose you have my pencil?â
âHmm,â he tapped his hands over his pockets. âSorry Your Majesty,â he bowed in his over-the-top kind of way. âClean out.â She rolled her eyes, grabbed her stuff, and made her way for the exit. Harry grabbed her hand at the last second pulling her back to look at him. âYâokay?â He asked. âYâlook tired.â
She snatched her hand away. She was tired. But it didnât feel good for it to be pointed out that she looked tired. âThanks, I guess,â she rolled her eyes again. âIâm going to go now before you have a chance to insult me again.â
âHey,â he frowned and called after her again as she continued walking away. âMâserious. Yâlook like youâre getting sick.â
It was extremely unfair that Harry noticed that. âAre you concerned about me, Styles?â She glanced over her shoulder.
âSomeone has târemember tâbring me a pencil.â
âYou could very much bring your own pencil.â
âWell, then I wouldnât get tâhave these lovely conversations every day, would I, Your Majesty?â She shook her head and ignored him as he continued speaking to her. âHope he fucks yâgood and full or whatever,â he called. She glared but refused to look back at him.
*
Harry appeared in one of her classes on the first day of her second year. A transfer from another school. His smile was panty-melting. Truly. Even she could recognize that. But regardless of how pretty he was, it was obvious how annoying he was going to be. He slid into the seat right behind her. âHi,â he smiled. She ignored him, focusing on her professor starting class syllabus stuff. Besides, it seemed unlikely that someone like Harry was talking to her. âMâHarry,â he whispered.
She started scribbling on her notebook.
âHe hasnât even started yet,â he mumbled.
âCan I help you?â She turned around to look at him.
His smile was breathtaking. It really felt like he stole the breath from her lungs. âSorry, Your Majesty. Didnât mean tâinterrupt yâdoodle. Do yâhave an extra pencil?â He asked.
She stared at the twenty-year-old man in his second year of college unprepared for his first day of classes. Perhaps if she rolled her eyes and ignored him, the trajectory of her life might have been something else entirely.
Instead, she handed her pencil to him.
âThanks, Your Majesty.â
She rolled her eyes, anyway, facing forward.
*
In her Abstract Algebra class Harry was right behind her once more. âPsst.â
She ignored him. But his body was closer, his voice was closer. âYour Majesty,â he practically sang.
âWhat is your deal?â She hissed.
âI need a pencil.â
âBring your own.â
âI like the one yâgave me. It wrote so smooth.â
She doesnât know why she gave him a pencil.
But she really did know.
Harry was obviously handsome and from the way he chuckled under his breath over the lame jokes their professors made, he was quick and probably funny in his own way. But moreover, he had to be intelligent. Really intelligent to understand a pun about probability theory. The way others in the class fawned over him (guys and girls alike) it was apparent he was popular. Maybe popular like Isaac which made her dislike him just a bit.
It went that way every class. Harry was in four out of five of her classes both the fall and spring semester. Every class he needed a pencil. Each day he thanked her in his ridiculously attractive accent. Your Majesty.
What a dick.
But Harry talked to her. Even if it was just asking for a pencil. Or a picture of the notes he missed from when he went to the bathroom. He didnât care that her family was broke. That she was broke. That she worked three jobs and hardly slept. He didnât make her feel like she didnât deserve to be on that campus.
âDid yâget the answer tânumber nine?â It wasnât a trick; he wanted her answer. Her opinion. âI got two different answers three different ways. There was no judgment that she couldnât afford the extravagant lifestyle that her peers did. She had one winter coat. Not six to match her outfits. She didnât have a car. She didnât go out to eat and she made her own coffee except for on Saturdays when she splurged and treated herself to her favorite bagel and her favorite coffee.
Maybe it was because she saw him at a party. A girl at his side, smiling at him. Twirling her hair and touching his pretty chest. It was effortless. She didnât have to try to flirt with Harry. It was a given. Rich, popular, perfectly pretty. The same as Harry.
Everything she wasnât. Everything Harry would never want.
So she tended to Isaac. Kept to herself.
Gave Harry an absurd number of pencils.
Which continued into their third year. Where things got busier, harder, and more overwhelming.
But Harry was always right behind her. Asking for a pencil. Making her cranky.
But always making her feel normal when no one else did.
*
It was obvious Harry had money. The key on his ring had a symbol for a car that would never be in her price range. His clothes were pretty, the latest trends. Even his sweatpants looked like they were designer.
Maybe it could have been that way for her. Maybe if her dad hadnât embezzled all their money. Hadnât gone to jail and left her and her mother with anything more than a penny. Growing up she didnât feel rich, but she never wanted. But right as she was applying to colleges, with only one college campus that made her heart happy, it was the first time in her life she thought about and hated money.
She imagined no one on campus ever felt that way.
But even if Harry had the nicest clothes and the nicest car, he never flaunted what he had. Not even to his friends. He didnât show off or act like he had a ton of money. He was just there.
Which is why perhaps, when he annoyed her to pieces, she didnât mind giving him a pencil in the end.
*
It was a bad day. She missed her mom. She was exhausted. Didnât have time to make herself a coffee which just felt criminal. The test on her mind nearly brought her to tears as she sat down in her seat, seconds before her professor walked in.
Her pencil case was empty.
Part of her felt sad she wouldnât have a pencil for Harry. Would he ask someone else? Would he stop asking her because of it? God, why did she even care? It was a blessing. He would stop asking her. She wouldnât have to keep wasting money she didnât have on pencils.
Plus, he wasnât even there.
The test landed on her table. Her brain felt weary. Was she getting sick? Probably. Stress did a number on her immune system. It was a miracle she wasnât sick all the time.
Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes she tried to calm her mind. It wasnât the time to think about the reading she needed to complete, the shift she was covering at the academic center, or the dinner she was really looking forward to splurging on. It had been ages since she had chicken in her pasta dish.
âHey,â how long were her eyes closed? How did she miss him coming to his seat.
âI donât have a pencil, Harry,â she hissed back.
âOf course, yâdo,â she could hear his eye roll.
âI donât, I forgot my pencil case.â
He snorted. Her eyes flicked to Professor Charles who didnât look up from his own paper at the front of the room. âCâmon, quit being a brat.â
âA brat?â She whispered.
âQuiet,â Professor Charles still didnât look up.
âSorry Your Majesty, jusâ give me a pencil andââ
âI donât have one!â Her voice was quiet and maybe if she wasnât only two rows from the front of the room, it wouldnât have been a big deal when he pulled it out of her grip.
But she was towards the front.
Professor Charles stood beside their desks. âYouâre both excused.â
Her face felt hot and pale at the same time. She felt like she was going to throw up. The feeling of eyes on her made her more embarrassed than the time she tripped and fell at her third-grade band concert. âProfessor Charles,â she started.
âEnough,â he snagged her paper from her desk. Her throat felt tight, her eyes prickled, and she thought that maybe in a different life she could have been friends with Harry. Liked him, even.
But not then.
She bit on her lip to keep from crying as she packed her stuff into her bag and marched out of the room, head held high, and ignoring everyoneâs stare. Especially the guy following her out of the classroom.
*
She slapped the door to the building as Harry continued following her. She was fuming. Practically steaming from his perspective. Yet he couldnât help but think she looked absolutely adorable. âQuit fucking following me!â She snapped.
âMy God, youâre so uptight,â he rolled his eyes.
âHarry Styles, youâre an absolute dick. Just leave me the fuck alone, for Godâs sake.â
It garnered the attention of a few onlookers. But their path to the dining hall was quiet given it was the middle of class time. "Jesus Christ, do yâever jusâ take a break? Sâone fuckingtest, Your Majesty. For fuckâs sake. Heâll probably drop it. Quit being a baby."
A sniffle. One small, tiny noise.
"You don't get it do you?" She snapped. She didnât want to. But she couldnât hold it in anymore. It was too much. The final straw.
In the entire time Harry had known her he had never seen her this upset. Not like this. Not to the point where she was crying.
Because of him.
He made her cry.
"I have a squeaky-clean record. I have to be perfect all the time. I can't let one hair be out of place. I can't get one bad grade. If I do, then everyone around me makes comments and they assume itâs because I have no money. The poor girl canât hack it here. It's this massive pressure on me all the time. I can't get caught doing normal party things. I can't get caught cheating on a test, Harry. I canât. I lose my scholarship if I don't maintain my GPA. I can hardly afford to be here, Harry. I have to work three jobs. I have to budget every minute of my time as much as every dollar of my bank account. Do you know I haven't been home in three years? I miss my mom so much and I canât even afford to go see her and I just pretend becauseââ she covered her mouth and Harry swallowed hard, willing himself to not cry as well. This wasnât about him. This was all about her right now. âAnd now,â she croaked. âIâm going to have to skip dinner because I need to buy new pencils because I have been giving them to someone whoâs too fucking inconsiderate to even fucking return them after annoying me for no better reason that for kicks.â
Her sniffles turned into sobs and Harry had never felt like more of an ass. He thought she was annoying at worst, but he never wanted her to cry.
Her crying, all her tears, they were all his fault.
"I study so hard. I have to. But I want to. I want to make enough money to support my mom, and I canât do one thing wrong because if I do then Iâll lose everything. I have to study. Iâm not like you, Harry. You just know everything and that's amazing, Harry, it really is,â and for the first time since he started interacting with her, Harry felt horrible for the way he had treated her. The compliment she gave was so thoughtful. The kindness in her voice was unmissable. He was practically shocked it even came from her mouth. âBut not all of us are gifted with insane intelligence like you. Not all of us are God's gift to women and can go out and party and not be judged for kissing someone I like. Not all of us can afford to be here without help."
Harry kept his lip between his teeth to keep from speaking.
âIâll get over it,â she sniffed. âSorry for being so uptight.â She wiped her face and stalked off toward her dorm.
Harry had never felt worse about himself.
*
She wore her best interview dress. Her hair was pinned precisely so that the pieces that constantly flew away were at bay. She swallowed the rock that formed in her throat as she knocked on her professor's office door.
"Come in."
"Professor Charles," she was grateful he didn't look up because she was worried, she was going to curtsey or something equally ridiculous. "I wanted to apologizeâ"
"Your boyfriend already came to tell me he's at fault for the fiasco in class. He took full responsibility and said it was extremely unfair of me to refuse you the exam."
Her heart skipped a beat. "M-my boyfriend?" She whispered.
"Mr. Styles is very bold and I suppose I was a bit harsh. You are a brilliant young woman and role model to your peers," he praised. "Would you like to take the test now or schedule another time?" He asked looking up from his work.
She swallowed. "Um..."
"I would appreciate it, if you took it now. I need an answer key to grade the rest of them," his voice was steady, but she felt the compliment down to her bones. "I have a class in two hours, and I was hoping to check grading off my to-do list before it started," he explained.
She felt uneasy, overwhelmed, but not like she did when she sat down the first time to take the same exam. "I can do it now," she whispered and dropped her bag at her feet and situated herself at the table on the side of his office below the window. She got to work and completed the test as if all it asked was for her to write the alphabet down. She was checking over her work when she glanced out the window and saw the sprawling campus. There were people walking by at fast clips. Eager to get to the dining halls and rushing to make it to their classes on time.
But in the midst of all the people running by, there was Harry, sitting on a bench. His arm stretched across the back of it, while the other held his phone. He crossed his feet at his ankles and looked like a model for relaxation.
He took the complete blame for the test. She felt her heart aching and she stood from the table and went over to her professor's desk. "Is... Mr. Styles able to retake the exam as well?"
"I wasn't planning on it," he looked up at her. "Why?"
She bit her lip, looked at her feet. "I could have just given him a pencil."
"Mr. Styles should be prepared for his own education," he said knowingly. There was no way she was going to explain her relationship with Harry to her professor. Plus, she wasn't sure she'd be able to. She dropped her gaze and handed off her exam. "You can tell Mr. Styles he can come up and take the test," he said simply. "I have the answer key now."
She blinked.
"He'll probably ace it as well, but your handwriting is neater," he shrugged, tipped his glasses further down his nose and silently read her answers. She stood still, like she was waiting for the danger to pass. "Is there anything else you'd like to discuss?" He asked glancing back up. She shook her head, pinned to her spot. The strangeness of it all was overwhelming. "Men like Mr. Styles are going to have it a lot easier than you. The field youâve selected is male-dominated and many will sell you short because of your gender," he said. "That doesn't mean you need to worry about your worth," he assured her. "You are a brilliant, hardworking, and talented individual. Mr. Styles should be bringing you pencils to class."
Her cheeks felt warm.
"Also, to be fair, it's nice to know you're not cheating off of each other because it was getting a little suspicious," he turned her exam back across his desk and wrote her score at the top of her page, upside downâ98%. "Missed a negative."
"If Harry misses it, can you knock off more points?" She asked before she could stop herself then felt herself blush at how ready she was to throw him under the bus. She looked down shyly and covered her mouth before she looked up at him again.
Her strict professor made a face that resembled somewhat of a smile. "Of course."
âThank you,â she hoped she sounded as gracious as she felt.
âGreat work,â he nodded in response.
She headed out of the office and walked toward the bench. She sat beside him and faced forward. Harry put his phone back in his pocket and turned only his head toward her. "How'd yâdo?" He asked.
"Ninety-eight."
He tutted. "Too bad," he smirked.
A smile twitched at her lips. She looked up at the sky briefly. "He said you can go on up and take it now," she told him.
He blinked. Surprise coloring his pretty features. Harry rarely seemed stunned, especially because of her. It was cute and also exciting that he was surprised by her. "What?"
She looked at her lap, trying to focus on her nails but not for too long because she was worried that she would gnaw on them if she let the nerves overtake her. "That was... the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me," she whispered. "Especially for Professor Charles' class," she continued. Taking a deep breath, she looked at him. "I was obnoxious. Bad day or whatever... it wasn't your fault and Iâm sorry I made a big deal of it."
"I just wanted you to stop crying. You look ridiculous when you cry."
She smiled. A genuine one. Not a forced one that Harry had seen her give everyone under the sun. Not the one that she plastered on her face during presentations. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. âYâhad every right tâbe mad at me. I was a complete dick.â
She shrugged. âI... I should have just given you a pencil... it turned out there was one at the bottom of my bag and... I kind of... like giving you a pencil. You just caught me at a really bad moment.â
âI know. Mâsorry. I knew yâlooked off.â
She tilted her head at him. âYou knew I looked off?â
âMâpretty good at memorizing all your different looks,â he had a smile that made her melt. âLike right now, sâone of mâfavorites. Yâlook relaxed. It happens once, roughly, every three weeks, I think. Lasts maybe four minutes if mâlucky,â he winked. She rolled her eyes and shook her head at him. But Harry noticed how her cheeks turned red. It made him want to continue flirting with her. She was fun to flirt with. Her sarcastic comments were funny, even when directed at him, and it only amplified how smart he knew she was.
As much as Harry wanted to stay on that bench for as long as she did, he finally stood. Then rubbed the back of his head squinting at her, one eye closed. "Do you have a pencil?" He asked shyly.
She snorted, plucked hers from her pocket, and held it out to him. "I'd like it back," she reminded him. Even if he didn't, it was their thing now.
He rolled his eyes. "Wait here. It'll only take me half the time it took you." She rolled her eyes but pulled out a book from her bag and opened it to the page she was previously reading. "Hey kitten?" He asked. She didn't look up and Harry realized he never called her anything other than Your Majesty. He nudged her foot to make her look up. "Who did yâthink I was talking to?" He chuckled.
"Who me?" She asked, but Harry noted the way her cheeks turned red. He rolled his eyes. "Sorry," she shook her head. "Did you need something else?"
His expression softened and he shook his head. "I'm sorry."
"Thank you," her voice was so gentle. "I'm sorry too."
"There's nothing y'need t'apologize for,â he shook his head quickly. âI was a complete ass," he admitted. She shrugged.
âItâs okay.â
âItâs not,â he said seriously. âPlease donât let anyone treat you that way.â She nodded silently. Knowing that she couldnât promise that. Nor did she expect Harry to make her keep such a promise, but it made her heart squeeze with disappointment in herself. âBe right back,â he nudged her foot again as he headed back to the math building. She returned to her book and tried not to think about how Harry was probably right. This was the most relaxed she felt in months.
About forty minutes later Harry exited the building, walking at a leisurely pace. He sat on the bench once more. She didn't look up as he did but the butterflies in her stomach reminded her that he was there. Harry draped an arm across the back of the bench and then presented her pencil to her as if it were a bouquet of flowers. "How'd you do?" She asked gently.
He sighed, clucked his tongue. "Ninety-five,â she smiled but tried and failed to hide it from him. "I missed two negatives."
She giggled. "How embarrassing."
"How embarrassing," he mocked in a voice that was meant to sound like her. "You're so annoying. Do yâknow he uses your work as the answer key?"
It had to be a record. The longest time they had been together without bickering. The number of times she smiled because of him.
The fastest someone had ever fallen for someone she was supposed to hate.
*
When Harry saw her boyfriend, he started looking for her. He was clearly busy with his friends and the women they were entertaining. But she wasnât amongst them. He did a loop around the party. Looking for her even if he shouldnât have. He stopped and chatted during his search so it wouldnât be obvious. But even when he did stop and leaned against the wall, or grabbed another drink, he kept scanning for her.
When his loop came up empty of the pretty girl he liked to annoy, he wondered where she was and how he could ask without it being weird.
âHey stranger,â Eleanor smiled and kissed his cheek. âWhereâve you been?â
Louis gave a polite wave to his best friend from across the way, a knowing smile on his lips, grateful that someone he trusted could keep an extra eye on his lady.
âJusâ wandering around,â he mumbled.
Did he sound disappointed? He felt disappointed.
She stared at him and stood on her toes to reach his ear so she could speak to him directly over the loud music. âSheâs not here.â
âWhat?â Harry pulled back like she slapped him. Was it that obvious? It couldnât have been. He was just⊠wandering. Like a lost, lovesick puppy wondering where she was and hoping he would find her to make the weird feeling in his chest go away. Eleanor cocked an eyebrow at him. Silently telling him that hewas not fooling her. âFuck,â he mumbled sipping his drink. It was pathetic and obvious.
âShe doesnât come to these things,â Eleanor shrugged.
âWhy?â
She sighed, rolled her eyes. âHe doesnât want her here.â
Harry felt like the words Eleanor said were spoken in a language he didnât know. âWho doesnât want her here?â
âHer boyfriend.â
The grip on the bottle Harry was holding tightened. âOh.â
âGo ahead. Ask.â
âAsk what?â
âHarry.â He closed his eyes and looked around to find him. It was like he already knew it was going to break him. He didnât want El to continue even though he knew he needed to hear it. âWhat he told her to keep her away? She dotes on him too much. Worries too much about her reputation and everyone elseâs. She doesnât have fun. So, he doesnât want her here. At these kinds of things.â
Honestly, a party didnât seem like her vibe. She was more of a game night kind of girl. Someone you could take to a family cookout or a pool party with kids. But calling her not fun? Because frankly, Harry realized he hadnât liked a single party heâd been to in months and itâs because her banter wasnât there to keep him company.
âOh,â he murmured. Trying to feign indifference.
âDonât you want to ask what I think?â Harry didnât look at his friend. His eyes finally landing on the man that didnât deserve the sweet, intelligent, and beautiful girl he didnât invite. He followed his path up the stairs to the second floor. Right as Eleanor told him the worst thing he had ever heard. âHe hooks up with other girls and he has the common decency to do it behind her back,â she shrugged.
âWhat?!â He spit his eyes dropping to Eleanor again. How could she be so casual about this?
âShe knowsâŠor I would imagine she suspects,â she shrugged. âBut sheâs good for his family. They adore her. And he helps her reputation. Sheâs trying so hard to dig her familyââ
It was like he knew. Everything. All of it made sense. Every tiny fiber of her being was made for someone elseâwhether it was her family who she adored and helped as much as possible, Isaac who didnât deserve her at all, or even Harry, who honestly wasnât sure he was much better than Isaac. âDoes she know he sleeps with them?â
Eleanor looked at him suspiciously. âI donât know if they sleep with him. Iâm assuming. But I think itâs a pretty good assumption. Heâs probablyââ
Harry slammed his bottle on the ground shattering it and drawing the attention of those around him. He took the stairs two at a time and opened every door to every roomâan unspoken party rule: never open a closed door.
He was breaking it.
A girl shrieked and he just knew he had found the right room. He didnât pay any attention to her scrambling to cover up her naked chest and instead yanked him clean off the bed. âWhat the fuck!?â Harry shoved him back into the hall. He was only in his boxers. Piece of shit. Someone whistled and Harry shoved him harder as he tried to push him back and make his way for the bedroom again. âWhat the fuck, Styles?!â
âCall her,â he snarled. Shoving him against the wall again when he tried to continue escaping. âEnd it. Now.â
âWhat are youââ
âYouâre going tâcheat on her?â Harryâs voice was venomous. âHer?â He repeated. Like that was really all he needed to say. Everyone was staring now. Harry kept going. âCall her and end it. Or Iâm going over and telling her youâre done.â
The stupid prick tilted his head at Harry almost condescendingly. âDo you want her? Sheâs not like us.â
Harry didnât like the way he said us. There wasnât a single connection he wanted to be associated with in context of the vile piece of trash in front of him. Other than he managed to pick the sweetest girl he had ever met. But simultaneously, the very wrong girl to fuck with, because Harry also picked her. Unlike the moron in front of him, he was going to do everything he could to protect her and her heart.
âSheâs doesnât have money. She wonât understandââ
Harry punched him across the cheek before he could stop it and someone else watching groaned at the impact and Harry continued talking. âTell her now.â
âChrist, Styles! What the fuck!â He rubbed his jaw.
âTell her.â
âIâm not telling her shit. She knows she needs me more.â Harry jerked back like he had punched him back. âWhat? You donât think sheâd give up the reputation I have, do you?â
Harry watched him silently for only a moment longer. Without a word, he headed back into the bedroom grabbing the stray clothes. Before anyone could rationalize exactly what he was doing, he was sprinting down the steps and outside.
He threw them in the pool without thinking, ignoring the laughter and shouts from him as he hurried around the side of the house. He continued running and didnât look back.
*
Harry was in her dorm. On her floor. Stopped in front of her door.
He knocked.
Repeatedly.
There was no answer, but he knew she was there.
So, he knocked again.
And again.
Eventually there was a click of her lock despite the fact it couldnât be opened without her key card. Of course she was all about safety. Finally, he heard her voice starting to speak as she opened the door. âIâm off duty if you have an emergency, youâre supposed to see the RA on duty andââ The door was open and out of the way before she finished talking. Harry pressed himself inside. âHarry! What are youââ
âTell me sânot true.â
âWhatâs not true?â
âYâknow he hooks up with other women?â He glared at her.
The color drained from her face.
Harry rubbed his hand across his face. âWhat is the matter with you?! Are you so desperate for a scrap of affection youâll open yourself up tâdiseases and shit because youââ
âShut the fuck up,â she hissed tears stinging her eyes instantly.
ââneed him? You donât need him. Youâre a thousand times better than him. A million! Yâcould have any guy yâwant, and they would still want tâgrovel at your feet. Why would yâpick the one Goddamn asshole whoââ
âYou donât know shit. Harry Styles. Stop pretending like you know me because ââ
âThen explain it tâme because I canât think of one fucking reason someone as intelligent, kind, beautiful, and hilarious as you wouldââ
A weird noise left her throat. Almost a squeak. It was adorable. If Harry wasnât so mad. He would have told her such. Would have reveled in it because she was so fucking sweet and cute. But instead, she asked the most heartbreaking question known to man.
âYou think Iâm beautiful?â
Her question was so soft. So unbelievably shocked. Innocent. All the words left his head. It was too quiet. His shoulders were rising and falling too hard and too fast. âWhat?â He shook his head.
She looked at her feet. Harry scanned her. Her shirt was too big. It didnât look like she was wearing pants. Maybe she wasnât. Harry hoped she wasnât. She only wore one sock. Like she lost the other in her sheets or maybe she only purposefully put one on because only that foot was cold. Those pretty eyes looked at him, anxiety, frustration, sadness, all staring back at him from the depth of her soul. âNo one has ever said Iâm beautiful before.â
Harry felt something die in his chest. He really thought he would start groveling on his knees for her because he was one of millions of guys who wanted to grovel at her feet. He wanted to be better. As soon as he made her cry over missing a test, he wanted nothing more than to be better for her. âNo one?â
âJust... my family...â She shrugged.
âKitten,â he rolled his eyes. âYouâre⊠youâre really beautiful,â he rubbed a hand over his mouth, pinching his lower lip, as he scanned her. âIn a way that probably makes a lot of girls jealous,â she snorted. He sighed. âSeriously. Your hair, kitten. Itâs... so silky and shiny and your eyes,â he shook his head. âAnd your brain, my God,â he smiled softly. âMânot even going tâmention your body. Because youâre more than your appearance, but mâreally...â he nearly sighed like a lovesick teenager. Maybe part of him still was. âYouâre stunning, kitten.â
She blushed. Really blushed. So hard that Harry could see it in the dim light of her room cast from the twinkly lights she had strung around the window. Her cheeks were so red and utterly beautiful. For a second Harry thought it would be easy. All of it. Getting her to like him. Trust him.
Her face morphed into one of utter distrust. âThatâs mean,â she whispered. âYouâre... thatâs mean to...â she shook her head.
âKitten,â he frowned. Unable to believe she could think like that. He didnât even know where to begin. Everyone had to like her. She was lovely, beautiful, so intelligent it took his breath away.
But she mistook his hesitation for the worst. She shook her head. âForget it. Youâre just... being nice to me because... because you feel bad or something,â she sniffled. The poor thing couldnât even take his compliment. Harry wanted to cry. âJust the way everyone else does,â she laughed bitterly. âThank you for being nice. Or whatever. For wanting to protect me. I donât need it,â her voice cracked. âYou can go back to your party or... whatever it is thatââ
âLove,â his heart felt achy.
âNo seriously. I get it. Iâm too nice. Iâm stupid to let him walk all over me but you donât know the kind of reputation my family has in comparison to everyone here. So yeah. I let him use me as a propââ
âStop it,â he snapped and shook his head.
ââbecause Iâm good for his image, too. Even if it makes me miserable andââ
âKitten, Iâm serious. Stop it,â his voice was almost raw. Like he had been screaming for hours. Maybe it was the combination of anxiety and frustration rushing through him. Like adrenaline but worse. He wanted to cry.
ââitâs pathetic that when people see me with him, they see this innocentââ
âShut. Up.â
ââintelligent girl who doesnât know anything because her family is poor and brokenââ
âStop it!â His voice took on a new octave. It made her words fall away.
They were both seething with anger and frustration. The tears in her eyes made him sick. Like when he made her cry because she couldnât take her test. It was only the second time, but he quickly realized he hated it when she cried. âStop what, Harry?â
âStop minimizing who you are,â he practically growled.
âEveryone else does it.â
âOh yeah? Name one time Iâve done that. If everyone has done it; tell me, kitten. When have I. Ever. Made you feel like less?â
She was silent. Finally.
Harry never made her feel like less. He annoyed the shit out of her. Pissed her off and made her sad. But he never made her feel like she didnât deserve to be on that campus. Never made her feel inferior.
âMâgoing tâkiss you,â he warned stepping closer to her now that he made his point.
Her brain restarted. Her cheeks flushed again. âHarry, we canât Iâm... in a relationââ
He glared at her as her back pressed to her bed frame. Cornering her in her open room that was suddenly infinitesimally smaller than it was seconds before. âSânot a fucking relationship,â he snarled. âMânot sure what yâwere doing. But youâre not doing it anymore. Not with him. Never again.â
âBut we wereââ
âYâdonât need him,â he assured her. âTrust me.â
âButââ
âYâhave me, kitten. Mâgonna do whatever yâneed,â he cupped the back of her neck, making the words stop on the tip of her tongue and put one hand on the small of her back, pulling her to him swiftly and devouring her lips. She moaned instantly, seconds into the kiss. His lips felt like warm little pillows. Cushioning her own. It was intoxicating. Unfairly, he pulled away almost as quickly as it started. âOh sânice, kitten,â he praised. âMoaning already,â he pulled back and peppered kisses along her jaw. She whimpered softly, making him groan. âYâmake pretty little noises like that, kitten. Mânot gonna be responsible for what comes next,â he warned pressing his lips back to hers.
Her fingers tangled in his hair at the back of her head. Harry leaned forward arching her backward and wrapping his arms around her tightly. He didnât want to be aggressive, but there was something in the way her mouth tasted, the way her body felt, that he couldnât stop kissing her. Hardly breathing, or maybe he was trying to breathe all of her in, he continued pulling her lips into his mouth. Hoping that somewhere along the way, they would get stuck like that. Destined to spend eternity attached by their kiss like a Greek punishment. Except the endless touch of her mouth wouldnât be punishment. Because he wanted it to be endless. Wanted to spend forever showering her with affection because she deserved that and so much more.
âCan I stay the night, kitten? Iâll sleep on the floor if yâwant,â his voice was practically ragged. His forehead pressed to hers. âI jusâ donât want tâleave you. Please donât make me leave.â
âYou can stay,â she whispered, her voice breathless and airy. âNot on the floor, though.â
âMânot a bat, kitten. Canât hang from your ceiling,â he joked.
She snorted. âCâmon,â she tugged him to her bed and pulled her in right behind her beneath her covers.
There werenât many times Harry felt peace. âHarry?â She asked, as she settled into his embrace. His lips skimmed along her face, pressing every so often to whatever he could reach. Like he couldnât stop himself.
âHmm?â
âThank you.â
He squeezed her. âYouâre welcome, beautiful.â
She sighed. âYour mouth is pretty nice when youâre not talking,â she said quietly.
He chuckled. âJust you wait and see, kitten.â
*
As lovely as the night before was, she tried to maintain a semblance of her routine between replaying the kiss(es) and the angry confession over and over in her head. At the moment, she was grabbing lunch for herself. It was probably going to set her back a bit since sheâd need to buy more pencils since Harry stole them all, but she was a little too tired to go without supplying herself with more energy. She pulled her wallet out as the cashier rang her up. âItâs all set, love,â she said sweetly. Tilting her head, she gazed at the woman as if it were a joke.
âIâm sorry?â
âItâs all set,â she repeated. âYour foodâs been paid for already.â
She blinked, glanced around, looking for someone that fit the description of Good Samaritan. âWho...?â
âIâm not sure. I was just told that if you came through the line to tell you itâs been taken care of. You can get whatever you want,â she shrugged.
Blinking again she glanced around again. A line formed rapidly behind her. She gathered her items and headed for a seat. The one where Isaac usually joined her. But there was no Isaac. She read her book and listened to her music in silence. It was peaceful. When the hour was up, she headed back to the kitchen area to grab another snack, lining up behind the others waiting to check out as well. âYour foodâs paid for.â
She felt like she was being pranked. âAgain?â
âNo, always.â
She felt like her mind was short circuiting. âWhat?â
âYour meals. All have been paid for. For the year.â
The snack she got was going to be uneaten because she felt like it was a prank. âI donât understand.â
âI really donât have more details than that. We were just told your food was paid for.â
âWe?â
âMy boss left, but I can have him reach out and explain it.â
âPlease. Thank you.â
Stunned, she left with her snack. She headed to the library academic center. The tutors on her shift all waved to her. âThat gift is for you,â Gabby said. At the front table was a fairly large giftbag. The kind you get for a kidâs birthday and put a board game in it. She looked at it curiously and pulled the tissue paper out of the way. She swallowed the lump in her throat realizing she didnât need the dining hall manager to reach out to her after all.
She plucked the card from the slot on the side of the bag.
Half are probably for me anyway.
The bag was filled with packages of her favorite pencils. More than she would need for the rest of her undergraduate degree. Maybe even graduate. Or even the rest of her life.
She took a deep breath and pulled out her laptop and opened her email. She typed in Harryâs address, because she still didnât have Harryâs phone number. Even after making out with him for hours. After waking up in his arms later than she was supposed to and letting his lips linger on her skin.
She wrote her message and pressed send before she could overthink it.
You didnât have to do that. Itâs way too much, actually. Iâm a little uncomfortable imagining you spending THAT much money on food and pencils.
Well. If you died of starvation, I wouldnât have anyone to bother. Kind of a boring way to suffer through the last two years of collegeâwe have Real Analysis I and II next year. I canât do that alone.
Thank you. That was... very nice of you.
Youâre welcome, kitten. Coffee is free too; I went to every shop within walking distance and left your picture. An old ugly one from your momâs Facebook page, donât worry. Didnât want you to get a big head about all of this. Itâs not a big deal.
Help yourself to whatever you need and if you need something else let me know.
And this is my phone number so you can stop emailing me like itâs 2003.
She smiled fondly at the message. Closed her laptop and felt happier to be at work than she had in weeks.
*
Harry didnât force anything. She was lying against his chest in her small room, on her small bed. âIâm sorry itâs so cramped,â she whispered.
âSâbetter for snuggling,â he shrugged and kissed the top of her head. âGo tâsleep, please, kitten.â
âDonât you want to... I donât know, fuck or something?â
âWell, when yâpropose it so romantically like that,â he murmured.
She pouted. âI donât know... I just assumed that...â
âThat mâlike Isaac? Please donât make that assumption anymore.â
âSo, you donât want to fuck me?â
âOh, more than anything,â he tilted her head up and brushed his finger on her warm cheek. âBut not until youâre ready.â
âI literally justââ
âNo. Yâthink sâbecause weâre supposed to. Not because yâwant to,â he shrugged one shoulder. âIâll wait,â he promised and kissed the tip of her nose, and it was the lamest kind of kiss imaginable. Being twenty-one and melting over a kiss on the nose.
Yet it made her want a thousand more of them. Made her want to cry with how adored she felt. Harry didnât care that she worked a thousand hours. He didnât expect her to make out with him. Or blow him. Or anything sexual. No, he practically begged her to sleep in his arms.
It was unfair how sweet he was wrapped up in the body of someone that made her infuriated for the last year and a half. Right as she was about to pass out, she jerked herself awake involuntarily. âYâokay, love?â He hummed as if she so much as coughed and not nearly punched Harry in the face with her movement.
âTired.â
âI know, baby. Mâtrying tâmake yâsleep,â he combed her hair down. Traced her spine in the same movement. âSurprise, surprise, youâre a bit stubborn.â
âWho me?â
âWant me tâsing?â
âDonât want my ears to bleed, no.â Harry chuckled softly. Ignored her.
Then hummed.
It was so warm, so soft, it felt like magic. Harry could sing. That wasnât on any Bingo cards when she thought about Harry. She didnât even know what song he was singing. But it lulled her right to sleep.
*
Harry was wrapped around her in the small bed, his head tucked below her chin, his face smushed into the front of her shirt. If she wore a lower cut shirt, Harry would have been drooling on her boobs. âYouâre able to breathe in there?â She whispered, threading her fingers through his hair.
âSâthe only way I want tâgo,â he promised, his voice muffled with sleep and the fabric on her body. âOr with yâlegs wrapped around mâhead,â he shrugged one shoulder. If Isaac said that to her, she would have punched him. When Harry said it, it made her want to wrap her legs around his head. Made her squeeze her legs together. âFelt that,â he mumbled. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, so he had no choice but to feel it. âDid yâsleep okay?â
She nodded. âDid you?â
âExtremely. Wrapped up in mâfavorite girl.â
Her heart fluttered and she kissed the top of his head. Never would she have imagined Harry being so sweet and lovely like this. âAre you... going to be mean in public to me?â
âI hope not,â he pulled away and rubbed his eye. He looked sleepy and boyish. A devilish combination for her skeptical heart. âHave I been mean tâyou?â He asked. âI know I tease, but mean?â She supposed he wasnât mean. Maybe the teasing tricked her.
âI guess the teasingââ
âMâso sorry love,â he frowned and cupped her cheeks, kissed her softly on the lips. âNo more teasing,â he promised.
âWell,â she laughed softly. âI kind of like teasing you.â
He smirked. âI donât want you to think mâmean,â his eyebrows pinched together.
âCan I ask you a question without making fun of me?â
âI think that depends on the question, kitten. If yâask me some basic math problem like whatâs the indefinite integral of x-squared times cosine x or whatâs a negative times a negativeââ
âAre we dating?â
He stopped his joke and cupped her face. Dropped his forehead to hers and brushed his thumb along her cheek. âI would fucking hope so, kitten.â
She swallowed. âYou donât care that Iâm broke? Or that I work a lot and Iâm crazy andââ
âNo, I donât care âbout any of that. Youâre mâfavorite person to annoy. The person I look forward tâseeing most in class. Youâre the entire reason âve never skipped class.â
Her heart fluttered. âYou canât pay for everything, Harry. It was a sweet sentiment butââ
âMânot letting mâgirlfriend starve,â he rolled his eyes.
Her heart definitely fluttered. He was sweet. Harry was sweet. What a revelation. Or maybe she always knew that.
She looked into those beautiful green eyes that made her feel overwhelmed in the best way. âWhy do you call me Your Majesty?â She whispered quietly. Almost scared to hear the answer.
He rolled his eyes again. A favorite past time of his. âBecause kitten,â he pressed his lips over hers briefly, then kissed her forehead, and finally the tip of her nose. He met her gaze and made sure she was focusing when he spoke again. In a few minutes she would be busy, overwhelmed, and stressed. For the moment, Harry wanted to make sure she knew just how important she was to him. âI think youâre a queen.â
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Yandere! Werewolf Headcanons
I've been stalked by the guilty feeling that my Romanian Werewolf boy got a lot of backstory but not much romance or interaction. So there you have it: some headcanons featuring the ancient Beast, a post-kidnapping sequel.
Content: female reader, obsessive behavior, monster romance, mild NSFW at the end, ridiculously older yandere
You followed the gargantuan stranger back into the city, leaving the bloodbath behind as if it was just a distant dream. Admittedly, youâd expected to be dragged into some mountainous cave or an abandoned mansion, not the cozy - albeit a little dusty - apartment on a main, historical street. On second thought, he did function as a human outside of his monstrous escapades, so it made sense. âIs this your place?â, you sheepishly asked while he wiped the thick layers of blood off him. âOne of them, yesâ, he answered curtly. âItâs centralâ, you remarked, trying to make conversation. âWell, I didnât know about it back then. Itâs been a few decades.â
Your ears perked up at the words. Gazing at his features, he didnât seem necessarily aged to you. The deep creases contouring his face felt more like a sign that heâs lived sorrows beyond most peopleâs comprehension. âHow old are you?â You finally asked as curiosity replaced your initial fear. He abruptly stopped his movements and leaned back, brows furrowed in deep contemplation. âIâm not so sure anymore. I was born in the 80sâ, he concluded. âThatâs not too far back, is it?â You inquired, this time more relaxed. â80 BC, I meant. You do the math.â
He freshened himself up as you counted the millennia on your fingers, frowning in confusion. He chuckled at your intense focus, then quickly looked up into the mirror. When was the last time he smiled like this? The reflection was a foreign sight to him. âWeâll get you everything you need tomorrowâ, he continued, still in a daze. What a strange idea, having someone to speak to after an eternity. And suddenly, it occurred to him just how rusted his communication had gotten: âIâm so sorry, I havenât asked for your name onceâ, he said, embarrassed. âItâs (Y/N). And you are...?" Might as well introduce yourself to your benevolent captor.
The dreaded question. How did they call him back in the day? He hasn't had anyone spell it out for him, nor did he feel the need at any point to say it himself. Why would he? He hadn't anticipated meeting you. With pursed lips, he searched his mind. Eventually, from the depths or memories, from days of yore, it made its way back: "Daos."
Given your first gory encounter (where he quite literally murdered everyone else), you were surprised to find out he's otherwise a calm and polite individual. Well, he's had centuries to mature, you suppose. You've also noticed he has that rather old-fashioned chivalry to him. He's very attentive despite his stoic demeanor, and often follows with acts of service.
"You're insulting me. I can carry this myself with ease", you'll argue. "I never doubted you can. Nonetheless, it is my wish to do it for you."
As the days pass, your reluctance seems to vanish as well. In fact, you've become particularly cheeky, encouraged by his warm, unperturbed behavior. Maybe you haven't gotten the worst deal out there, after all.
"You know, you talk like an old man", you've teased him once. He was visibly taken aback by your statement, and you could discern a faint blush on his face. "Do I? My apologies, I haven't spoken to anyone in a long time. I'm not familiar with modern speech. Have I embarrassed you somehow?"
He spends his free time reading, though he will frequently take you on walks. It's an interesting affair to say the least. You can feel the curious eyes of the passersby and hear their not-so-discreet whispered gossip. You can't truly blame them: Daos is enormous even as a human. He towers above everyone else with his imposing appearance. To match, his voice is deep and coarse as a result of not using it much until recently.
The ancient werewolf is a living history book. If asked, he will narrate to you important events or details you might be curious about regarding his culture. Once, when he'd been in a good mood, he even shared fragments of his life before turning into a creature. He'd been a high-ranked Dacian warrior, spending his days training or fighting. He still remembers the flag he carried with bitter fondness, yet another irony to his fate: a wolf-headed serpent. It was meant to showcase their way of life; barbarians with no fear of death. They'd greeted the Roman Empire with nothing but a sword and a shield, no shred of doubt.
He might've been betrayed by his people, but the pride remains. The pride of a soldier who's never known defeat. You learned quickly that his beastly form doesn't count as a significant change by any means, save for appearances. The man has brute strength even as a human. You'd once strayed from his view, and a stranger approached with a daring whistle, gawking you up and down. Before you could react, Daos clawed him by the throat. You heard the twist of the skin and the creak of the bones giving in to the immense pressure of his large hand.
"It's the second time I have exposed you to such unpleasant sights", he said, discarding the body as if it was any other garbage. "Forgive me, but I will not have you disrespected like this."
He is very much aware he's taken you away from the world out of his own selfish desire. The fact that you accepted it is more than he could ever ask for. That's what he keeps telling himself, even as his eyes wander to your lips whenever you speak. Or as his hand lingers a moment too long against the curve of your back. Or as he hungrily takes in your scent whenever you're nearby.
He might be unhealthily possessive of you, but Daos will never do anything against your will. No matter how obvious his urges are. In fact, no amount of flirting or teasing will shake his resolve. You will have to be very direct with your approval.
Once the reality settles in, he'll become extremely affectionate, bordering on obsessive. To think he could have you in every way possible. Oh, he's waited thousands of years for you. All the suffering, the loneliness, the anger, they're stripped of any meaning now that he has you.
The city strolls at an awkward distance have since become a habitual excuse to hold your hand and show you off to the mortals. The quiet evenings of passing time with a book now include your merely noticeable weight cuddled into his lap. You didn't expect him to be this adoring. Being touch-starved for millennia counts as one reason, naturally, but there's more to it, so much more. And it all leads back to you.
He is a little taken aback when you ask him to do the deed in his werewolf form. "Don't be foolish. I can't overcome my instincts as well when I'm a creature. I could harm you", he'll lecture you. "Besides, you can barely take it as it currently is", he'll add, smirking at your baffled expression. It seems he's picked up on your cheekiness.
After a lot of pleading and waiting for the right moment - when he's ravaging you in a daze - he finally agrees. True to his word, his tune instantly changes. The tender hold turns into a desperate grasp sinking into your skin, and the thrusts become irregular, almost frantic. His drool cools your burning cheeks as you hold onto the coarse fur, feverish and overwhelmed.
His golden eyes rest on the small human squirming underneath him, and suddenly, he can't help but notice: you have the perfect birthing hips.
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Heâs so âdaddyâ | L.H
>> Logan sends you a picture of himself to tease you. Unfortunately, your friends see it too and they agree that he looks just so âdaddyâ. <<
Pairing: Boyfriend!Logan Howlett x Girlfriend!Reader
Wordcount: 4.366 Words
Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, fluff, bit of embarrassment, dom!Logan (but just before sex, during sex heâs a needy little thing who needs his girls pussy), soft!Logan, established relationship, pet names [kitten, honey, princess] age gap, daddy kink (but not really?), smut [praises, slow sex, soft sex, oral (fem!rec), unprotected p in v, hint of breeding kink]
Authors Note: This is for you @elixirfromthestars because thank you for listening to me while drooling over that picture. Also the biggest thank you to @holylulusworld for reading and telling me itâs oke that way! Dividers made by me.
Events: Written for the smutty September/October fest hosted by @mercurial-chuckles [slow sex, it isnât the whole prompt but itâs fitting!].
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Your phone vibrated next to you as you sat in the living room with your girls. You didnât know if you wanted to look at it or not â knowing damn well it was Logan who sent you something. And even if he knows that your girls are there, he doesnât miss a chance to make you go crazy.
âYour phone⊠You got a message, donât you want to check?â One of the girls asked and smiled nicely at you. They all knew that you usually checked immediately to see if it may have been an important message, but this time was different. They all suddenly looked at you with confused and curious expressions before the girl spoke up once again. âYou always check to see if itâs important; do you have secrets?â
You chuckled and shook your head. Your phone vibrated again, and you couldnât keep ignoring it. Logan would write you message after message until you looked at your phone. And maybe it was important then?
With a soft nod, you took your phone and unlocked it, keeping your screen to yourself as much as possible so none of them could see it. But unfortunately for you, your friends were way too curious to let you hide anything from them, especially after your strange behavior.
You tapped on his messages, immediately getting greeted by a picture of your boyfriend. But it wasnât just a picture; it was Logan in his black sweatpants and nothing else. His chest was hairy as usual because you adored the softness of his short locks. His muscles were highly defined, and even his veins were visible â a view that made you drool every single time. And Logan knew it, so he did it on purpose.
A gasp next to you pulled you back into reality. Your eyes widened as you felt one of your friends way too close to you. Her eyes were scanning the screen, and her mouth dropped open as she looked slowly over at you.
âFuck. Youâ you hide that from us?â Before you could answer her question or react to her taking your phone, the others were already gasping for air too. Their eyes went just as wide as they stared at your phone, then at you.
Heat crept up your cheeks. Their open mouths were turning pretty fast into mischievous grins as they placed your phone between them on the table. Without having another look at one another, they inspected your boyfriend, talking about his handsome body, his pepper and salt beard, and his hairy chest.
âThose veins, havenât seen a man with those damn visible veins before,â one muttered underneath her breath. They zoomed in on some parts of the picture, talking about it like it was a masterpiece drawn by someone famous, while you slid back in your seat and felt yourself becoming smaller.
But at the same time, you felt a pang of possessiveness, love, and pride growing in your chest. They admired your boyfriend; they couldnât get him because you knew Logan loved you more than everything. And even though they inspected that picture in every little detail, you knew that he wanted exactly that, but he was still all yours.
âBet this chest hair is so fluffy, isnât it?â One of them asked before they all looked in your direction. You smiled softly before nodding. Loganâs sweet curls were so comfy, a little scratchy when he trimmed them, but when he didn't, they were like you had a teddy bear underneath you.
âA bit like a big bear. Pretty comfy, but all mine,â you smirked at them. They laughed lightly, turning their faces back to your screen to look at your boyfriend's picture a while longer. You looked from the other side of the table at your phone as well, knowing that you would be the one who would be with him in bed later. Cuddled up into him while you placed your head on his chest, you were the one who was able to feel the softness and thickness â the contrast of his curls and his muscles underneath you while his strong arms would be wrapped around your smaller frame.
Compared to Logan, you were pretty small, not just because of his muscles but also because of his height. This man was huge, perfect to curl himself around you and keep you safe and sound in his perfect, warm embrace. Or when you went out, he was able to reach the shelves you couldn't; his arms were wrapped around your waist every now and then, and he would place his chin on top of your head. He was a soft bear, and you were his precious kitten.
âHeâs so daddyâŠâ one of your girls said and finally pushed your phone back toward you. You chuckled and nodded; of course he was. It wasnât just the age difference but him. Logan was literally screaming âdaddyâ when he just stood in front of you. So you couldnât blame them for thinking just like you.
Little did you know that your boyfriend was walking down the stairs and just walked into the room as you pushed your phone back into your pocket. The moment one of the girls noticed him, she whispered to the others, and suddenly all eyes were on him.
You turned around slowly, smiling softly at him as he walked closer toward you. He wore a tight shirt, which made you squirm in your seat slightly. Logan placed his big hands on both sides next to you on the backrest, leaning down.
While your friends watched, he brought one of his hands to your chin, tilting your head back so he could press his lips easily onto yours. It was just a peck, but it was enough for your eyes to flutter shut and for you to keep them close a moment longer. Loganâs breath moved over your chin to your cheek until it reached your ear and you shivered.
âDid I hear ya right, honey?â He asked, his voice low and barely above a whisper. Only you were able to hear it, and you nodded â intoxicated by his soft touches, his warm breath against your skin, and his rough voice. Logan chuckled before pecking your lips once again and standing up straight, looking at your friends. âHi, how long is ya lilâ meeting? Need my girl to get some things done.â
They smirked at you, enjoying the effect Logan had on you. One of them winked with a knowing grin before she moved and got up from the chair she sat on. âActually, we just wanted to go.â
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. While Logan grinned, he watched your friends intently when they moved to the floor to get their shoes and jackets. You followed them, glaring at your boyfriend for doing such a show in front of your friends. You werenât mad at him; you even needed to feel him â especially now â but itâs all just because of the damn picture he sent you and the fact that he just made you all squirmy and needy in front of your friends.
You sighed when your friends left the house; the door closed behind them, and you turned around, shrieking. Logan was suddenly standing in front of you, maybe an inch between the two of you. Your eyes moved from his muscular chest up to his face, lingering on his plump lips before they muted further to his green eyes.
âDid ya enjoy it? Ya friends did. âm so âdaddyâ, huh, do ya think that too, kitten?â He purred; his strong hands were reaching out to grasp you by your hips and push you back against the door. Logan didnât waste a second before pushing himself against you. His face was only inches away from yours.
Your breather hitched, earning a low growl out of the depths of Loganâs throat. His eyes were piercing into yours, and his tongue was darting out, licking across his plump lips. His fingers were digging into the soft flesh of your hips, holding you in place as he waited for you to answer his question.
âY-youââ you interrupted yourself, swallowing down the lump in your throat. Admitting it out loud that you thought about it for so long was different and more difficult than admitting it to yourself. Letting your fantasies run wild was something you were pretty good at, but saying it out loud? Telling your boyfriend that heâs so daddy? So you swallowed thickly once again and nodded at him before mumbling the rest of your answer. âYou are, Logan.â
He growled, sending another shiver down your spine. You felt your arousal pooling out of you, ruining your panties. Unfortunately, Logan smelled it, and he loved it â the effect he had and that he knew exactly how you felt and what you needed. His enchanted senses were sometimes so useful for him, especially when he could smell your sweetness and the mess you made for him.
âAm I, didnât sound like that when ya jusâ answered my question, honey,â he spoke in a quiet and teasing tone. Oh, he enjoyed this little game between the two of you â just like cat and mouse â or maybe just like a predator and its sweet little prey.
âY-you are, Logââ He made you shut up when you wanted to say his name again. Logan's fingers were pressing almost painfully into your hips, and you hissed, looking at him with confusion in your eyes. He raised an eyebrow; he knew that you knew exactly what he wanted, the confused only there because you tried to believe it was something else. But deep down, you knew what he wanted you to say. âLoâ y-you are, daddy.â
âThere ya go. Such a good girl, arenât ya?â Logan praised you, loosening his grip around your waist slightly. He grinned at you, his eyes darkened, and he licked his lips once again. âWasnât that hard, was it? With ya little friends, ya would say it, but with me â with ya daddy â yaâre all shy, honey?â
Logan smirked at you as he noticed the flustered expression on your face. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. Without a word, you did that; your arms were holding yourself around his neck as he carried you into the house and up the stairs to your shared bedroom. While you made yourself ready for an evening and night filled with begging, whining, orgasm denial, and hard fuck â your boyfriend had another idea of tonight's activities, but he wonât tell you; he didnât want the fun to be ruined by you knowing his plans already.
He placed you back on your feet when you reached the bedroom. Logan closed the door; he always did â once you asked him why, and he told you that no one could interrupt you, even though you were living in a house, just the two of you. And you were pretty sure that no one would come into the room when they heard you. But on the other side, it had something intimate and sweet; you couldnât quite explain it; it just felt like that.
As he turned back around, his expression was way softer than before; his eyes were still glistening with lust, but it was something sweeter. Even after the time you were together already, you sometimes couldnât figure your boyfriend out. It made things more interesting and exciting for you.
âTake âem off, except your panties,â he said with a slightly hoarse voice. His eyes were glued to yours, taking in every little movement and even just the way your expression could change at his soft demand. For the slightest moment, your eyes flickered with some mischievousness and playfulness, and you considered to do as he said or tease him and either keep on your clothes so he had to take them off. Or that you would strip out of your clothes completely. âNeed ya to be good and do as I said. Take off ya clothes but keep ya panties on, kitten.
You did as he said, unbuttoning your pants and taking off the hoodie â that actually belonged to Logan. You placed it all to the side before turning back to your boyfriend. Logan watched you intently; his green eyes were roaming over your body and taking in every bit of you he could get. With narrowed eyes, he leaned closer to you.
âI said take âem off, except your panties,â he groaned in his low voice. You whimpered, pressing your thighs together to try and soothe the aching in your cunt. He smirked at you, waking a few steps closer before he towered over your smaller frame.
Logan was still fully dressed, and it made everything even hotter. His big fingers hooked into the straps of your bra, slowly tracing along them before he reached your back and opened it. With a low growl, he pushed the straps off your shoulders until the fabric fell down on the ground. âBetter, isnât it, princess?â
You nodded; your lips were slightly parted. Logan used that opportunity to bring one of his hands to your cheeks, capturing it while he ran one of his thick fingers over your soft, warm lips. The roughness of his skin compared to the softness he touched you with made your knees buckle. Your boyfriend immediately wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
âLooks like ya have some trouble standing here, kitten,â he grinned at you. His voice was filled with affection but also a bit of amusement as he walked you backwards to the bed. When the back of your knees hit the frame of the bed, you automatically let yourself fall down on it.
Loganâs prominent, big bulge was visible through his pants. You wanted to place your fingers on his crotch and roam them over the outline of his hard cock, but he stopped you when his hands reached for his belt.
âL-L-,â you whined, feeling so desperate and needy. You couldnât form a proper sentence, your thoughts running wild with whatever he had in mind for the two of you â it was clear what he wanted. But you also knew that your boyfriend was happy to try out new things with you.
âSh, Iâve got ya, princess. Just be good and wait, can ya do that?â Logan asked, earning a soft nod with a pout from you. He smirked, trailing his thumb over your lips once again before he stripped out of his clothes as well.
It took you way too long for him to get naked but you couldnât move. So you were sitting on the edge of the bed, watching your boyfriend intensely, admiring his high-defined muscles, the soft hair on his chest and belly, and especially the veins running over his arms, one of which was from his belly button down into his boxer briefs.
âDaddy, ne-need toâŠâ You trailed off as he stepped closer to you. He only wore his boxers, standing between your slightly spread legs. Loganâs bulge was the same high as your face, and your eyes moved from his covered cock to the vein. âC-Can I like it, please?â
âGo ahead, kitten.â You didnât waste a second, leaning your head forward until your forehead touched his abs. Your lips trailed along the vein, peppering soft kisses over it, down to the waistband of his boxer briefs before you kissed back up to his belly button, continuing it for a few more times.
You didnât know his bulge could grow even more, but it did, pressing against your throat. You whined as you leaned back, looking with innocent and widened eyes at your boyfriend.
âSuch a good girl, arenât ya?â He asked, running his fingers through your hair. Logan pushed himself against you, his crotch pressing against your mouth. A low groan left his plump lips as he felt your warm mouth around it through the fabric of his boxers. âLay down, honey.â
You did as he told you, crawling further onto the bed until your head was comfortably placed in the pillows; your forearms were holding you up while you watched Logan stripping out of the last piece of fabric he wore. Then he turned around and climbed between your legs onto the bed as well. He ripped your panties into pieces and threw them somewhere into the room.
Logan used his big hands to spread your legs further apart, moving closer to your center. He smirked at you, noticing the fog of neediness in your eyes. You were still looking at him, his expression lovely and with so much adoration, that he considered just sitting down and letting you stare at him like that a while longer. But the pre-cum that dripped from his red tip slowly rolled down his shaft and made him realize how much he really needed to be inside his sweet, perfect cunt.
âLogan, please,â you whimpered. Your pussy was throbbing, and the sight of his leaking cock wasnât helping you either. He brought his hands to your thighs, stroking them slowly, inching further up from your knees to your pussy, but then moved back to your knees. He didnât want to tease you â even though he knew he did â but he wanted to make it special for the two of you. He wanted to make it slow, lovely, soft, and full of passion.
He leaned down, his lips hovering above your cunt. His breath hits your soft skin, making you shiver and whine underneath him. And Logan loved it â the effect he had on you, the way you let him do it without pushing him to finally touch you or fuck you properly.
âSuch a good girl for me,â he muttered against your skin before finally leaning further down to kiss your lower belly. A moan fell from your parted lips, and you let yourself fall into the pillows behind you as he trailed down to your pussy. His fingers were sliding along your thighs, kneading the soft flesh slightly before they grasped them to hold then spread apart. Logan dipped his head down, pressing his nose between your folds while he inhaled your sweet scent deeply. âLiterally a pillow princess, arenât ya? And smelling so fuckinâ good, canât wait to get a taste of ya, princess.â
You giggled about his joke. You knew damn well that you werenât a pillow princess, at least not when it came to the real meaning of the word. But when it came to Loganâs meaning of the word? Then you sure were a pillow princess â his princess between pillows!
Logan licked through your folds, groaning softly against you. The vibrations were making you moan softly; your hands were flying into his hair to push him further to where you needed him most. His lips peppered soft kisses along your wetness and your thighs before he licked another strap from your entrance to your clit.
âLogan, please,â you whined, arching your back. He smiled against your folds, heeling his cock hardening even more. Logan needed everything in him to not hump the bed and cum like a teenager. Your taste was just too good; he could spend hours between your legs and couldnât get enough of you.
He dipped his tongue into you, circling your entrance again before pushing in once more. The clenching of your pussy made him go crazy; he just needed you to feel him. He needed you so bad â even though he wanted to taste you first, Logan just needed to feel your perfect pussy around his length.
âKitten, I make this up to you; I will make you cum on my tongue all you want, but right now, I just need to feel you,â Logan whined. It was a sound you havenât heard often before, but it made him even cuter and hotter. He just wanted you to call him daddy, and now heâs whining.
âItâs okay, Lo,â you giggle. Then he settled himself down on his knees between your still-spread legs. Logan grasped his cock, running it through your folds a few times. Every time his tip was bumping against your clit it made both of you moan.
He shifted slightly, holding himself above you with one of his hands before he lined his cock up. He didnât even have much resistance as he pushed in â slowly. Logan moaned and threw his head back as your pussy was gripping his length tightly, sucking him deeper into your tightness.
âFuck⊠ya feeling so good. So fucking good, mhmâŠâ he mumbles under his breath. Logan slides inch by inch into you, stretching you perfectly to create a flawless mix of pain and pleasure. You whimper when he finally bottoms out, the tip of his perfect cock kissing your cervix. âMade for me, honey. Yaâre fuckinâ made for me, princess.â
Logan leaned over you, his chest pressing against yours. He lowered his head to hide his face in the crock of your neck while he kissed your skin there softly. His breath was heavy against you, and you smiled at him. You placed your hands on his back, running your fingers slowly over his muscles while he slowly moved his cock out of you.
âSo perfect, kitten, so perfect,â he whispered, pushing as slowly as possible back into you. Your walls were clenching so tightly around him, it took everything in him to not bust a nut immediately. Logan lifted his head to glance at you with a soft smile, his green eyes piercing into yours as he kissed along your jaw up to your lips. âMy precious, precious princess.â
You chuckled about him, squeezing his cock even further. Logan closed his eyes and growled, which turned into a moan as he pulled out of you before pushing back into you. It was so sweet, soft, and delicious that your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He knew exactly how to turn you into a puddle underneath him.
âPlease, need more,â you whimpered. A soft moan left your lips as he thrusted his hips against yours once again. He didnât speed up his movements, but he lowered himself more onto you, pressuring you with his weight into the mattress of your shared bed.
Logan didnât fuck you; he made love to you. He didnât mind that he got needier with every clench of your pussy or that your arousal was leaking out of you and against his balls. Your boyfriend kissed you senseless while his cock was hitting your cervix with every movement into you. Low moans slipped past his lips, his breath hitching when he felt you closer by the edge of your release.
âFeel that? Feel my cock in ya belly. So deep, so fuckinâ deep. Need ya, princess, need ya to come for me, please." Logan breathed out against your swollen lips. He brought his hands to both sides of your body next to your shoulders. You heard the sound of ripping sheets and the familiar sound of his claws pushing deep into the mattress.
You giggled, running your fingers up to caress his soft locks. Your nails scratched over his scalp before you pulled him by his hair closer to you. Logan groaned, throwing his head against your shoulder as he pulled almost completely out of you before he thrust forward and into your tightness with more force than before.
âPlease, please, honey. Need ya to come for me, please. âm so close, princess,â he whimpered. Logan pushed his pelvis more into yours, the dark curls that lead to his cock inside of you. Your clit was beyond stimulated by his pubic hair, and within a few thrusts your fingers were digging into his shoulders, leaving red marks. Your pussy tightening around him, hugging him as tight as possible while you moaned loudly.
Loganâs cock twitched inside of you, his breath getting heavier, his heart hammering just like yours. His heart was beating in the same rhythm yours was beating. And you breathed into his mouth, kissing him hungrily but soft as he came inside of you. His claws were ripping the sheets as he pumped his seed deep into your belly.
He let himself fall into you completely, not even trying to hold himself up as he kissed you back, moaning and panting. With his thick cock, he was holding his cum inside of you, his eyes closed as he pulled back from the kiss and rested his head on your shoulder.
âSuch a good girl. Takinâ my cock and cum always so well, honey. My perfect, precious kitten,â he murmured breathlessly against your neck. âLove ya so much, honey. Gonna keep my cum deep inside of ya to make sure to knock ya up, my princess.â
âI love you too, Logan,â you mumbled while you ran your hands through his soft but sweaty hair. He growled into your neck, removing his claws out of the mattress and sheets, and chuckled softly.
âGuess we need new sheets. Remember those fluffy ones ya saw? I guess we should get those,â he mumbled, feeling you laughing softly underneath him. Logan knew that you loved these fluffy sheets for autumn and winter times. They felt like your boyfriend's curls on his chest and stomach. So you wouldnât just feel Loganâs soft hair but also the sheets that felt just like him â kinda more Logan cuddling with you.
âBut you wonât ruin these!â You muttered, knowing that he would do it anyway. But to his defense, he always got you new sheets and even some new mattresses every now and then.
âCanât help myself when I have such a pretty girl, honey.â Logan said, kissing your neck. He felt you shivering when his soft lips touched your skin. But he also knew that you recently raised an eyebrow at him. âIâm not talkinâ to my pussy right now, princess. I talk to ya, yaâre jusâ so perfect and sweet, honey. All mine, all jusâ mine â ya heart tells me, itâs beating jusâ like mine.â
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SLYTHERINSLUT0âS KINKTOBER
october 4th. mattheo - virginity loss / corruption kink.
PART TWO | kinktober masterlist. | 2024.
summary: pls read part one first for a lil buildup. also. im laughing at myself bc there was a perfectly good bedâŠright thereâŠ
warnings: 18+, SMUT MDNI, virginity loss, PIV, so much dirty talk, so much patience from mattheo, (more of a realistic virginity loss bc itâs not always easy), praise!!!!, slight degradation, fingering, multiorgasm, handjob, best friends lil sister trope.
Mattheo Riddle was so accustomed to this. The pulse of adrenaline in the dead of night, the quiet hum of anticipation stretching every second longer than it needed to be. You weren't naive to that, not to him, nor the danger he carried so effortlessly in his stride. He wore it like a second skin.
But youâyou were not accustomed to it. Not to any of this.
So when you pushed open the door to the room of requirement a little over ten-minutes later, you hadn't been sure what you were expecting to find. Something darker, maybe. More foreboding. But when the room revealed itself before youâsilent, draped in soft moonlight that pooled over the bed with a window wide and open, spilling that pale silver fog across the floorâyou almost laughed.
Too perfect. Too on the nose, like the castle itself had been watching you both for months and had decided this was the moment it would indulge you.
"You're late." Mattheo's voice cut through the quiet.
His back was to you, suit jacket discarded on an old oak desk against the wall, dark curls falling just above his collar as he stood by the window, eyes fixed on the lake. The moonlight made the ripples dance, just like the tension in the room.
You took a step toward him, silent.
He turned, finally. His eyes met yours and you saw itâthe hesitation, the way his gaze moved over you, slow, cautious. He took in the way the light draped itself over your shoulders, moving lowerâand it was as if for the first time, he allowed himself to see you fully, all the details he had so tried to ignore, now right in front of him. He drank them in.
You gave him a small, nervous smile, hoping it would ease the weight of his stare. "I didn't realize you were the type to keep track of time."
He moved closer, but not close enough. Not yet. His breath was tight, chest rising and falling too fast. The space between you felt like a chasm, though it was barely there at all.
"You've a lot to learn, little girl," he teased, that familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, though it did nothing to mask the conflict in his eyes. It was meant to disarm you, but it only made the air heavier. His jaw tightened. "You're sure about this?"
"Quite sure," you breathed, stepping closer, close enough to admire the sharp line of his jaw, the soft stubble. "You're the one who's hesitating."
"I'm not hesitating," he muttered, though the roughness in his voice betrayed him. He knew he shouldn't be here, shouldn't be doing this with you. His best friend's little sister. He wanted to give you every chance to stop this, to walk away. "Just trying not to rush thisârush you."
You let out a small huff, your hand moving up to find his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. Mattheo Riddle was nervous.
"You've been making me wait for months," you whispered. "I don't think a little rushing would hurt."
He swallowed hard, his eyes locked on your hand as it trailed over his chest, lower, teasing. Every touch was a flame against his skin, every breath between you a match struck in the dark. He wanted you, more than anything, but the weight of itâthe wrongness, the dangerâclawed at his conscience.
His hand caught your wrist, intending to stop you, but his fingers lingered against your skin. Frozen.
"We shouldn't be doing this," he muttered, the words thick in his throat. "Your first time should beâ"
"My choice," you interrupted, pressing closer, your body flush against his, your lips brushing his jaw as your hand slid lower, teasing the edge of his belt. "My virginity is mine to give, Mattheo. And I want to give it to you."
He shuddered, your words settling, sinking into the dark space that held you both captive. His hand found your hip, the other threading through your hair, gently tugging your head back to expose the soft skin of your neck.
"Youâre not thinking straight," he rasped. "You'll regret this..."
But even as he said it, his hands tightened, pulling you impossibly closer.
"I'll regret nothing." Your fingers slipped lower, grazing his crotch, moving with nothing but instinct and need. Biting your lip, you felt the outline of him, hard and aching under your palm, and squeezedâhe grunted, snapping his hips, and you throbbed. "Shit, Mattheo..."
"You areâfuck..." Mattheo's voice was a ragged breath, the words drawn out like he'd been holding them back for months. "...such a little tease."
You let go as quickly as you'd squeezed, and he growled against your skin, fingers tightening in your hair. Your hands found his face, pulling him in, crushing your lips to his. You moved with intent, pushing him back until his thighs hit the edge of the desk, and he groaned againâthis low, guttural sound that sent a thrill through you.
You smirked into the kiss, tasting his frustration, savouring the way his defences cracked open. When you pulled back, his chest was heaving, lips swollen, eyes dark with want.
"I learned from the best," you whispered, teasing as your fingers slid down, finding the buckle of his belt. He watched you, every breath uneven, as you worked at the latch, pulling the leather free. "You've had months of fun tormenting me," you continued, moving to the button, the zipper. "Kissing me, only to say it was a mistake. Grabbing my ass every chance you could. Talking sweet when my brother wasn't looking..." your smirk deepened, and you looked up at him through your lashes. "...it's my turn now."
His pants sagged around his hips as you undid them and he cursed under his breathâhis brain was struggling to catch up, like he couldn't believe the sudden shift, couldn't quite fathom the boldness with which you undid him.
Untilâhis hands were on you, spinning you around, your back hitting the desk with a thud.
"You think you're in control here?" His fingers slid up your hips, dragging your dress along with them, baring your skin to the cool air. "You think you have any goddamn idea what you're doing?"
You shudderedâyou'd never seen him like this beforeâthere was something feral in the way he moved, now, something sharp in the way his hands worked. His thumbs hooked around your panties and in one swift motion, they were goneâtorn down your thighs before he urged you back onto the desk, parting your legs with his torso.
You were breathless, chest heaving, pulse thrumming wildly. His presence consumed the room, and for a moment, it was all you could focus onâthe intensity of him, the raw, unfiltered hunger in his eyes.
You stared up at him, mind empty, untilâ
Smack.
His palm came down on your inner thigh, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a jolt of sensation straight to your cunt. Your skin stung from the contact, but that wasn't the part that made you gasp. It was the heat, the way it surged through your veins, flooding your abdomen in a slow, aching pulse. You liked that.
"I asked you a question." His lips brushed against your ear, breath warm as he leaned in. "Two, actually."
You couldn't think, mind swimmingâthe press of his body, the rough timber of his voice, the weight of his hands as his fingers teased, climbing higher, brushing closer to the ache between your thighs. You sucked in a breath, trying to recall what he'd asked, trying to focus anything but the fire he was lighting in youâ
But then, his fingers slipped further, closer, just barely brushing your slit, and your hips jerked involuntarily, chasing that touch.
"NoâI donâtââ the shame in the answer barely mattered. His fingers were so close, so close. "GodsâI just know I want youâ"
"That's all you think about, isn't it?" He smirked, lips falling to your neck, tongue tracing the places he knew would wreck you, each soft, wet press making you whimper despite yourself. "You don't care about anything else..." his fingers slipped lower, dipping between your foldsâand you cried out, shameless, the sensation unlike any other you'd ever felt. "âŠnot the consequences, not the risk...you just want meâŠâ
Your nails dug into his back and he sucked in a breath through his teeth, wetting his fingers in your arousal before gliding back up to your clit and tracing over it.
"OhâGodsâ" you whinged, moaning into his shoulder.
Mattheoâs hands were experiencedâthat much was certain. Those fingers knew exactly how to move, precisely how to trace light, delicate circles over your clit that made you twitch, squirmâ nerves stripped as you took in the new sensation. It wracked every inch of you, and you could feel him savouring your helplessness, drawing out every ounce of tension that had been building between you for months.
âYouâre soaked.â You could hear the disbelief in his voice. â...filthy little thing for me, aren't you?"
"Gods, Mattheo, yesâ" your eyes rolled, thighs twitching against his hand. "I amâohhâ"
"Yeah?" His tongue traced a slow, wet path up the side of your neck, teeth dragging over your pulse. "You like this?"
His words were enough to make you want to scream, but no sound formedâjust a low, broken moan that spilled from your throat, raw and shameless.
"Answer me," he murmured. "You ever orgasm from this before? Hm?"
"Noâ" your voice choked, trembling as you squeezed your eyes shut, unable to look at him, something like shame pooling in your stomach. "Oh, fuckâ"
"No, what?" His fingers pressed harder, circles growing faster, more insistent, and his voiceâChrist, his voiceâ "I asked you two questions, little slut. Keep up. You wanted this."
"YesâmmfâI like itâ" you whined, the words a desperate spill from your lips, too flustered to form anything coherent. "And noâGodsâyou're the first to...to touch me like this..."
He figured as much but the admission tore through him nonetheless, his teeth sinking into your shoulder with a groanânot enough to hurt, but enough to leave a mark, a bruise, a reminder. His hand dipped lower, a finger pushing inside you without warning, pressing deep into your slick heat, and you cried out, your body tightening, pulsing around him, vision swimming.
"And this?" His voice was a smirk against your skin. "You let anyone else inside you like this?"
You knew he already knew the answer. You both did. He was reveling in itâthe way he had you, trembling, helpless. You'd never heard him like this, never heard him so crass, so unfiltered, and the way he spoke made your whole body flush with heat.
"No." The word was a strangled moan, barely a breath. "GodsâMattheoâyou already knew thatâ"
He crooked his finger inside you, and your back arched, the stretch unfamiliar yet mindnumbing, his thumb working your clit. You felt teeth nipping at your earlobe, a hum into your eardrumâhis body thrumming with the satisfaction of finally, finally letting himself have you where he wanted.
"Perhaps I did." He added another finger, curling them inside you, his teeth scraping along your neck in a smile. The groan that slipped from your lips was desperate, pained in its pleasure, your body reacting to every new inch of him. "Fucking hellâyou can barely take two..."
Your head shook, words failing you. "GodsâMattheoâI...fuck..."
A low grunt rumbled from his chest, his fingers moving quicker, slick with the evidence of your desire. "Feels good?"
"Yesâ" you moaned, breath hitching, vision blurring as he pumped his fingers in and out, building something inside you that you couldn't name, something new, something overwhelming. "I feelâoh, godsâsomething...happeningâ"
"You feel something?" His voice was mocking, drenched in that innocent, teasing tone that had you falling apart. "Yeah? What's happening, princess?"
You couldn't find breath, couldn't form the words to answer him. The pressure inside you was mounting, intensity unbearable, your body tense and straining toward an edge. You clung to him, breathless, desperate for more, desperate for something, anythingâ
"I don'tâ" your voice broke as his fingers curled deeper, wetness flooding between your thighs, his thumb relentless. "Pressureâfuckâso muchâ"
He nodded. "Yeah? Pressure in that pretty stomach? Feels fucking good, doesn't it?"
"Fuckâyes, yes," your lids fluttered. "Sâgoodâ"
"You're so close." He watched you, drunk on your downfall, and smirked as you neared the edge. "You're going to cum for me."
Sanity shattered in your throatâwords trapped, swallowed by the tension, leaving only the soft, unbridled whimpers you once might've once found embarrassing. But there was no shame now, not when you were this close, the pressure coiling tighter in your core, ready to burst.
"Ohhâ" you managed, lungs sputtering, head tipping back. The sound of your voice, the way you moaned, was foreign, unfamiliar to your own ears. "Godsâoh fuck-"
"I know," he cooed, sweet like sugar. "I know."
You were a mess. Too close, too overwhelmedâeverything was him. His scent, the heat of his skin, the feel of his fingers working that magic that had your body convulsing before you could even cry out, before you could process the way your vision blurred with the force of it. The climax hit like a wave crashing over you, and your moans were swallowed by his kiss, his lips on yours the second your body tightened, shaking against his hand.
He was relentless, rough and insistent, kissing you like he wanted to devour you wholeâdrowning out the world as your body pulsed around his fingers. Youâd never felt such an intense sensation, lava coursing, replacing the blood in your veins. His breath stuttered against your mouth, a low groan vibrating through him, the sound making your spine tingle.
"F-fuck," he muttered, pulling his fingers from you, glistening and wet. "Messy little thing."
The words sent a shiver through you, not just from their meaning but from the way he said them, like something perverse, intimate. Your chest tightened with the warmth of them.
"Youâ" you panted, trying to find your voice. Blinking through the haze of lingering bliss. "You can't say things like that."
"Why not?" He chuckled your name against your neck, lips brushing a path to your ear. "Because you might fall in love with me?" His teeth grazed the sensitive spot under your lobe, along your jawline. "Oh wait...you already have."
"Shut up," you whispered, stomach flipping at the way he said your name, the way it dripped from his mouth like honey. "Have not."
"I've known for a while, you know," he mused, his voice so low, so quiet. "Don't think I haven't seen itâthe way you look at me." He kissed your skin again, working his way up, each press of his lips something sacred, moving closer to your mouth. "The way you can't get enough of me."
You could kill him for it, for the way his words sunk into your bones, making all the feelings you've buried rise to the surface, pulling you under. He just had to go thereâhad to milk every inch of your composure out of you, because it's not enough for him to have you disarmed physicallyâsexuallyâhe needed to have you disarmed emotionally, too.
Perhaps the worst part of it all is how right he was. Arrogant bastard.
"Stop talking," your hand drifted down, grazing the bulge in his pants, your fingers slipping under the waistband, rubbing him through the thin fabric of his boxers. It was reckless. You've never done this before, but God, you wanted to. "Stop talking and teach me."
The room tiltedâthe world off its axis. His breath caught, choked in his lungs as he grabbed your face and pulled your lips to hisâhis kiss wild, his tongue insistent, running along your gums and wrestling with yours for control.
"Fuck," he groaned into your mouth as you tugged his boxers down, freeing him, your hand wrapping around him. Hot. Hard. "Wrap your fingers around it, princess. Gentle strokes. Just like that."
Your heart stumbled at the sound of his voice, thick, raw and open. You tightened your grip, stroking him slowly, experimentally, and he hissed through his teeth, a groan vibrating through his chest.
"You're so big," you murmured, forehead against his, the words spilling out without thought. "So thick..."
"Fucking minx," he moaned. "Stroking me and telling me how big I amâfuckâyou're not as innocent as everyone thinks."
"Only you know this," you whispered, your hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes, pulse soaring as he groaned. "Does it feel good, Matty?"
"FuckâChristâ" his breath was jagged, words ripped from his throat like they barely wanted to come out, hips jerking mindlessly. "Tighter, mmâlittle tighterâ"
Your cunt throbbedâeach whispered invocation of a god not his own, of something he didn't believe in, forced a shudder through you. That's how you knew. Knew how lost he was. Heâd no mind left at all if he was muttering muggle gods.
"Like that?" Your fingers squeezed around him, your gaze burning into his as you looked up through fluttering lashes.
His face was a stormâflushed, eyes half-shutâbut at your voice they opened and flicked down to yours, and for once, there was no arrogance, no mockery in that stare. Just raw, primal need, burning so fiercely it made you ache. His hips rocked, desperate for more. Painfully. A hole in his chest torn wide open for you to see, and he didn't care. Couldn't care.
"Yeahâshitâjust like that," he gritted out, grip on your hips bruising, but you welcomed it. Needed it. "Fast learner, aren't you?"
"You're a good teacher," you whimpered, a sound that was barely yours as his fingers slipped between your thighs, finding your slit, teasing you open again. "Ohâ"
"You've always been a little teacher's pet," he groaned, thrusting into your hand as he slipped a finger inside you. The stretch made you wince, pleasure and pain blurring into something that sent sparks behind your eyes. He watched you, gaze molten. "Fuckâitâs gonna hurt, you know that, right?"
The ache spread through you, but you didn't flinch. "I know," you whispered as his thumb found your clit, making you gasp. "I trust you."
"I know you do." His voice dropped, eyes dark and soft at once as he pushed another finger inside. "You know youâve always had me wrapped around your fucking finger. You know I care about youââ
His words were too much, pressing on something fragile inside you, and you pulled him into a kiss to shut him upâdeep, desperate, drowning. Your hand tightened on his length, the heat between you flaring, and you moaned against his mouth, shaking with the need for more.
"I want you," you breathed, each syllable shivering on your lips as you clenched around his fingers. "I've wanted you for monthsâ"
Months? No, it had been years. Years of wanting, needing, watching from afar, heart in your throat. Years of avoiding anyone else because no one was him. You knew heâd felt the same and it killed him. It wasn't logical, wasn't supposed to be like thisânot with you, not now, not his best friend's little sister, not him whispering sweet, dangerous things while knuckle-deep inside your virgin cunt.
It was as if you both shook those thoughts from your minds at once. Youâll think about the implications later.
"You've got me," he rasped, hips grinding involuntarily against your hand. "Justâfuckâdon't hate me after this."
Hate him? The very idea was laughable, absurd. You could never hate him. Not even in those moments you tried, not even when he deserved it.
"I could never hate you," you murmured, drawing him closer, lips trembling against his. "Justâpleaseâ"
Something shifted in his eyes, and he knew. Knew what you needed. What you both needed. You were vulnerable, trembling, but you trusted himâcompletely. Youâd been in his life for so long. You knew heâd never hurt you. He could see it your eyes, the trust, the in the way your body bent to his touch.
"Alright," he said softly, a hand running up your body to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek. "Alright."
His fingers slid out of you, leaving you bare and breathless, and you swallowed. This was really about to happen.
"Lay back," his voice cut through your haze. "Legs to your chest."
The command wrapped around you like a vice, tightening the anticipation, and you fell back on your elbows, staring up at him as you raised your legs. Vulnerability crept in, making your thighs tense, but Mattheo was there, spreading you open with firm hands, pressing himself against your slick. His eyes were locked onto yours, all that self-assurance gone, melted into something more humanâsomething raw, unguarded.
You could feel it; the vulnerability of this moment stretched between you bothâthe distance you'd maintained for so long, the careful walls you'd built, were nothing now. He was in too deep, and so were you.
"Stop me at any time," he whispered, his voice a raw rasp, eyes meeting yours. "Just breathe.â
He leaned down until his lips ghosted over yours, and you kissed him like the world might collapse if you didn't. He guided himself against you, the press of him at your entrance an unbearable ache. He was hot, hard, hugeâand despite the wetness slicking down your thighs, your body resisted, too tight, too unsure of this.
You whimpered, instinctively trying to pull away, but he stayed, pressing kisses to your hair, your temple, whispering something that sounded like comfort but burned like fire. It hurt more than you expected, more than any of the fantasies you had dared to entertain.
Doubt curled through your chest, what if you couldn't take him? What ifâ
"M-Mattheo..." his name broke in your throat as you clutched his arm, nails digging into his skin. He tried to push in again, but your body resisted. "Itâyouâyou can't fit..."
"Shh," his lips ghosted over yours, his hand slipping through your hair, trying again, moving slow, controlled. "You're justâso goddamn tightâ"
The way he said it sent a spark through your veins. It was filthy, shameless, and it lit you up from the inside, despite the pain. No one had ever spoken to you like this. You swallowed the lump in your throat, tears pricking as he tried to work you open.
And thenâhe was in.
"I-it hurts," you hissedâpain lighting up your spine as he worked his cockhead inside you, pushing against the resistance of your walls. His breath came in sharp, ragged bursts, each inch a battle. The pressure was unbearable, the sting so sharp it was paralyzing. "Oh, fuck, Mattheoâ"
He groaned, a sound from deep within his chest, his head bowing, sweat creeping over his brow.
"Shhh, I knowâI know..." he murmured through shredded cords, fighting to maintain control as his hips paused, barely halfway in, just enough to make you feel like you might break. "S'okay...you're doing so good..."
It was overwhelmingâthe fullness, the ache that felt like it might split you in two. And yet, beneath the pain, something else stirred. His words, soft and rough all at once, made the sensation bearable, turned the hurt into something else. You focused on his voice, on the way he stroked your hair, the way he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.
"Whyâmmffâgods..." you could barely speak, the words tangled in your throat. "Why do you have to be so bigâ"
A strangled laugh escaped him, though his eyes stayed shut tight, his jaw clenchedâcock twitching inside you.
"I don'tâfuckâknow." His fingers brushed your lips, covering your mouth gently. "Don't go talking like thatânot right nowâ"
You might have laughed, too, if your body wasn't so taut, strung tight with tension and pain and something far more profound. He was barely inside you, his words making your insides clench, drawing another groan from his lips at the squeeze.
His hand held your jaw, palm pressing lightly over your mouth, enough to breathe, to speakâ
"Whyâ" you knew what he meant, knew the warning in his eyes, but you couldn't stop yourself. "ânot?"
His breath hitched. "Becauseâ" he swallowed hard, words coming through gritted teeth, his fingers tightening around your jaw, a warning in his grip. "Becauseâfuckâyour mouth will get you in trouble."
Oh. That was what he meant.
"Butâoh fuckâyou're so...big..." the words slipped out before you could catch them, a disgruntled moan falling from your lips as he sank all the way in, filling you so completely it was dizzying. The pressure, the heat, the sensation of being pried openâit was all too much, and you cried out, unable to stop the sound from spilling out. "Ohhhâso bigâ"
"I said, fuck," he cursed, hand clamping firm over your mouth now as his body shuddered, as he ground his hips gently into yours. "âdon't say that."
It was too late. You didn't need to say anything further. He could feel itâhe could feel everything in the way you clenched around him, barely letting him moveâso goddamn tight it was almost painfulâhe could feel it in the look in your eyes, in the trembling of your body beneath his.
"I can feel you thinking it," he grunted as you squirmed beneath him, every movement making him twitch inside you, drawing another choked groan from his throat. "Merlin sakesâ"
You knew he wasn't used to this. To slowing down, to drawing out the tension like this, to the maddening slowness of every motion. He wanted to lose himself, to break you open hard and fast, to take and give and take again until both of you shattered into something unrecognizable. But he couldn'tânot with the way your eyes glistened, not with the way you gasped and whimpered as he filled you.
"No talking," he sucked in a breath against your neck, his hips rolling into yours in slow, unbearable waves. "Only if you need me to stop."
He was breaking. So were you. Every thrust was an exquisite kind of tortureâan ache that twisted and stretched, dulled only by the flick of his fingers against your clit. His lips pressed along your neck, kissed along the line of your jaw, groaning with each deep, patient push, carving his way into you as you clung to him, your mind floating through the fog of pain into something differentâsomething overwhelming.
Your head fell back. âOhâOh godsââ
Each gasp felt like it might be your last as that something built deep inside you, tight and unfamiliar, an ache that didn't hurt but begged to be released. And he felt it tooâMattheo felt it, the way your body pulsed beneath his, the way you tightened around him like you couldn't bear to let him go.
"Bloody fuckâare youâare you going toâ" his words were ragged, broken. He couldn't finish the thought, couldn't hold himself together. "Are youâ"
âMattheoââ your voice trembled, a breathless moan as your back arched, pressing into him, your body seeking more. The pain was null now, replaced by an overwhelming pressure, something tight and aching and goodâyou felt every inch of him inside you, every pulse of his cock as he moved, slow but relentless. âMattheoâoh godsââ
"Fuckâ" he bit down, teeth sinking into your neck as his fingers swirled your clit in rhythm with his thrusts. "You're gonna make meâ"
You choked because there was no space for words, no breath for anything but the raw sound of your bodiesâmoans, gasps, ragged inhales tangled together as you both hurtled towards something inevitable. The light of the moon radiated the man above you and that was all you could register other than the rising crescendo of your climaxâsomething so intense it scared you, almost broke you apartâyour body seizing, trembling, as his fingers pressed harder against your clit, as he thrust deeper.
And then, there was only one more blink until you shattered beneath him, the orgasm tearing through you in oceanic motion, muscles clenching around him so tightly he could barely moveâand then he was there, too, his body jerking as he groaned into your skin, his release ripped from him in jagged gasps as you milked him without mercy. He slumped on top of you, fingers digging into your skin, the two of you pulsing together in the aftermath, the room spinning, your bodies still trembling from the force of it.
The world was slow to return, the roar of sensations fading into something quieter, softer. The weight of him on top of you was groundingâhis forehead pressed against the crook of your neck, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Neither of you moved for a long while, just basked in the silence, kind that settled in after something irrevocable had passed between two people.
And then, Mattheo pushed up, enough to meet your eyes. Your chest ached at the softness inside his own.
âAre youââ he swallowed as he drank you in, the sheen of sweat on your skin, the flushed cheeks. His words hung in the air as if he didnât know how to finish the question.
âIâm okay,â you nodded, voice hoarse. âIâm good.â
Mattheo nodded too but didnât move, still buried inside you, just taking you in. Then, gently, he shifted, pulling back with a slow, careful movement that made you wince slightly. The second heâd pulled out, you felt differentâmore aware of the vulnerability youâd just laid bare, more aware of the line you two had just obliterated into absolute shambles.
âYou sure?â he asked, a flicker of something deeper in his gazeâ
You nodded again, the smallest smile pulling at your lips, though your heart was still racing, the enormity of it all sinking in.
âYeah,â you whispered. âIâm sure.â
His jaw tightened, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek.
âThis changes everything, doesnât it?â His voice was barely audible, like he didnât want to admit it out loud.
Of course he was thinking it tooâhow could he not? This was no longer something you could pretend didnât exist, no longer something you could hide behind banter and stolen glances and secret kisses.
âYeah,â you breathed, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the tension there, the heat still radiating from his skin. âIt does.â
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