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yam-writes · 1 year ago

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baby, show me what it's like

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

summary: you were honestly thinking about quitting your job as a secretary at a police station, but then a new hire made you change your mind.

word count: 11k

warnings: 18+, smut, subby!leon, rookie!leon, virgin!leon, oral (m!receiving), dirty talk, semi public sex, flirting, teasing, talks of masturbation

a/n: he's such a good boy <333 part 2? song from need to know by doja cat

You stared down at the piles of documents in front of you. Part of being a secretary at a police station was doing all of the paperwork that the officers didn’t want to do. It was exhausting, just staring at a million tiny words, scrubbing through legal terms that you had to teach yourself what they meant, and signing initials and names that weren’t even yours on dotted lines. If you wanted to keep the job, though, you had to put up with it. They paid well and honestly you couldn’t be bothered to search for another job. Plus, it came with perks and benefits.

It would’ve been an added bonus that you got to stare at men in their uniforms all day, but most of their personalities were so awful that you couldn’t even find them attractive anymore. They were only nice to you when they conveniently forgot that you had already told them you wouldn’t let them hit. They were gross and mean and tiring to be around. Honestly, only a few months ago, you were just about to give up and call it quits.

But then they hired someone new.

Rookie Leon Kennedy, fresh out of the police academy. He was the talk of the station for a week before he even arrived. Apparently he was the top of his class, strong, always hit the targets in the practice range, aced every exam, and blew the physical portion out of the waters. He was a diamond in the rough, an ace, good at everything he did and worked extremely hard to get better at whatever it was that he wasn’t already good at.

To you he sounded like he was going to be just another asshole, so whenever you heard anyone talking about him, you just rolled your eyes. That included hearing some of the other secretaries squealing about how “handsome and attractive that new rookie is.”

How wrong you turned out to be.

You were sitting at the front desk of the station one Monday morning. You were vaguely aware that it was Leon’s first day, but you were swamped with paperwork, so you honestly didn’t think too much about it. That is, until you looked up when you heard the front door open and laid eyes on the cutest boy you had ever seen. Your mouth fell open slightly and you had to physically clench your jaw to make sure that it didn’t drop onto the floor.

He had dirty blonde hair that was cropped around his ears, his bangs teetering on the edge of falling over his face. His brows were slightly furrowed, but his expression wasn’t mean on account of his chubby cheeks and soft jawline making him look so squishy. His eyes were full of childlike wonder as he walked into the station, looking around and checking out the area. He was tall, his body wide, his strength evident even through the uniform that he wore. His arms were danling at his sides, his fingers bending up and down, his thumb attempting to crack knuckles that didn’t need to be cracked. You watched his chest heave as he breathed through his mouth, his Adam’s apple bouncing as he swallowed.

You really thought you were going to pass out. You felt your heart threaten to jump out of your chest in the most cartoonish way possible. You were positive that anyone who was around could see it beating through your ribcage, its fast beat pulsating your entire body. Butterflies built up in your tummy, shooting down between your legs as you watched him scan the area. When his eyes landed on you and he gave you a big, bright smile, you were sure that you were actually going to pass out right then and there.

If your pupils could have transformed, they would’ve been in the shape of hearts as you watched him walk towards you. When he was almost upon you, you finally regained your composure and cleared your throat, looking down at the stack of papers. You grabbed them, tapping them against the desk in an attempt to pretend that you were straightening them out so that it looked like you were doing something other than ogling at this man. Your head was spinning as he finally reached you, your mind full of thoughts of all the things you wanted to do to him.

“Hi!” he said, straightening up, raising his hand and giving a small wave before glancing down and then dropping his hand. “I’m Leon Kennedy.” He looked into your eyes, his lips twitching slightly as he did. A small crop of blush covered the apples of his cheeks and he dropped his eyes, looking down at the wooden desk and clearing his throat.

“I’m, uh, new here,” he said, his voice getting more quiet and slightly breathier. As he spoke, he poked his tongue against his top teeth causing him to have a small lisp. You were immediately filled with an overwhelming urge to reach over the desk and pinch his cute cheeks. You felt like you were looking at a little puppy. You leaned forward, your lips curling up into a smirk as you tried your best to listen to what he was saying.

“I was just hired, so, uh, I don’t really know what to do or anything…” He cleared his throat, his eyes blinking rapidly as he swallowed. “I’m kind of nervous,” he said, raising his hand to rub the back of his neck and huffing out a breathy chuckle. He looked up at you again, giving you a sheepish smile.

If you were being honest, though, you weren’t really listening to him. You were tracing the cage of his throat with your eyes, noting the mole that laid beside his Adam’s apple as well as the others that were scattered around his face and neck. You were memorizing every mark on his face, every small acne that dotted his jaw and cheek. You were studying how his biceps fulled up his sleeves completely, thinking about how his big hands would fit perfectly on the curves of your waist. You were raising your pen to your mouth and letting your gaze travel down further, staring at how his thighs were squeezing around the fabric of his pants. You were chewing on the tip of the pen as you allowed your eyes to travel to the center of his body, picturing what he could be hiding behind the buckle of his belt.

You did happen to hear him say that he was nervous, and that piqued your interest. You looked up, looking at his face that had gotten a lot more red. He was rubbing his palms against the sides of his pants, clearing his throat every few seconds. As you kept your eyes on his, you saw his lips part and then he moved his hands, clasping them in front of himself. You let out a small giggle, leaning forward even more, pushing your chest together with your arms as you leaned onto the desk. It was clear that he was flustered, and that only made the horny part inside your brain ramp up even more.

“Don’t be nervous!” you said, looking at him up and down. He shifted his weight between his feet. “We’re all really nice here.” You lowered your voice, trying to make it sound as seductive as possible.

Leon’s mouth fell open and you heard a small sound come out from his throat.

“Of course!” he exclaimed, raising his hands out in front of him. “I-I didn’t mean it like that!” He cleared his throat and looked away, his eyes glancing down at your chest for a split second before widening slightly and shifting to the floor. “I-I’m sure you’re all very nice…” He raised his hand to rub the back of his neck, his cute face full of a look of slight embarrassment. You smiled wider at him. “I-I just meant�� Well, I mean, I’m just a nervous person, I guess.” He let out another nervous laugh, and snuck a glance up at you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, looking him up and down once again before leaning back in your chair. “Anything I can do to help you calm down, Mr. Kennedy?” You looked up at him with faux innocence.

Leon stared at you for a second, his lips parting slightly. Thenn, he regained his composure and cleared his throat, shaking his head and chuckling at himself.

“No, probably not,” he confessed, his voice breathy. He had a cute, boyish smile on his face, once that was full of actual innocence. You wanted to ride him until he cried.

“I’ll calm down eventually,” he continued, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You shook your head lightly, trying to reign yourself in. Leon was adorable, but you had to try and calm down. It wasn’t like you could just jump over the desk and ravish him- as much as you wanted to.

“It was, uh…” Leon began, choking up on his sentence and swallowing. He turned even more red. “It was really kind of you to offer to help. And for being so nice. Um…”

He had been looking into your eyes and you started licking your lips as you paid attention to him. The blush creeped down his face, covering his jaw and neck. He let out a small noise, which sounded almost like a whimper, as his body shifted. He cleared his throat once again and shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing at himself. He looked extremely flustered. You loved it. You smiled even bigger at him, watching as he swayed his arms back and forth, trying to hide the fact that he was covering the front of his pants.

“If, um…” Leon said, trying to keep the conversation going even through his flusteredness. You admired his determination to keep talking, but you also figured he was just blabbering because he was so nervous. Either way, you couldn’t stop thinking about making him continue to speak even as you were touching his dick. Hell, you even wanted to get under a desk in the office that you knew he was going to get and blow him as he tried his best to keep a conversation going with the chief.

“If everyone here is like you,” Leon continued, his voice breathy, obviously trying to push his words out of his mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your heart was in your throat, your tongue not staying still in your mouth as you licked your lips, pulling the bottom one between your teeth. “If everyone here is like you, then I think it’ll be a good job.”

You looked up at his face, watching his breathing speed up and his eyes refuse to stay still. He was looking every except at you, but you could see him sneaking glances your way to see your reaction about what he had just said. His attempt at flirting… wasn’t very good. Rookie Leon Kennedy was awkward and nervous and shy. But something about him was so charming. His awkwardness was making your heart swell. His naivety and innocence was making your head spin. You wanted to get in his pants so bad, explore his body, make him feel better than he had ever felt before. You wanted to hear his shy moans and watch his hands twitch as he tried to keep himself composed, but ultimately failing. You wanted to tear him apart.

“Mr. Kennedy,” you said, looking into his eyes and giving him a cheeky smile, “there’s no one else here like me.” You gave him a playful smile, tilting your head as you looked up at him to make your point clear. “You’ll figure that out soon enough.”

Leon’s head nodded absentmindedly, his mouth open as he stared at you. He listened intently, reacting to all of your words. You already knew he would be such a good boy.

“I believe you,” he said shyly, his voice low. He looked down, a small smile on his face. You had never seen anyone so red before.

There was a beat of silence as you stared at Leon, watching his obvious nervousness. You raised the pen to your mouth again, chewing idly as you stared at him, undressing him with your eyes. After a few seconds, he flanked up, looking at you with big eyes through his lashes. His lips were pink and wet, and you felt the knots in your stomach tightening as you thought about how good he must be at giving head. You found yourself swaying, practically fucking him with your eyes. His body moved too, shifting, his face twitching and his nostrils flaring. There was something in the air, tension that he definitely didn’t know what to do with. You let it sit, enjoying the sight of him being so flustered.

Then, far too soon, it was broken.

“Kennedy!” a gruff voice said, pulling both of you out of whatever trance you were in.

You turned your head, watching as the chief walked up to the desk and clapped Leon on the shoulder. He jumped slightly, clearing his throat and turning around. His face was shocked and nervous, obviously worried that the chief would catch him doing… whatever it was he was just doing. You were sure he didn’t even know, his mind racing about all the possibilities of what could’ve just happened. He was so cute.

“Y-yes, sir?” Leon said, ever so polite.

The chief’s eyes shifted to yours, and a look spread across his face that you couldn’t quite place. You ignored him, though, only giving him a nod and a small smile as you sat back in your seat, turning your head back down to the paperwork in front of you.

He cleared his throat and shifted his eyes back to Leon. “Come with me, young man, I’ll show you around.”

“Yes, sire,” Leon said again, nodding like an obedient puppy.

His focus was now completely on the chief, intent on impressing him and doing his job well. As he listened to whatever stupid story that the chief was beginning to tell as they started walking away, Leon snuck as glanced at you. He gave you a small, shy smile and a nod of his head, and you returned the favor. You raised your hand and wiggled your fingers at him, waving flirtatiously. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open, turning his head away from you nervously. You giggled out, not taking your eyes off of him.

You watched him walk away beside the chief. As he went, his hands didn’t leave the front of his pants. But clasping his hands in front of him didn’t stop his boner from being visible from the side. You saw the tent pitched in his pants, the fabric poking against his first in front of him. His bulge was… big, to say the least. It was obvious that he wasn’t even half hard; he was rocking a complete erection. He was obviously really sensitive. You hadn’t even touched him, had barely even flirted with him, and he was already squeezing his eyes shut to get his dick to go down. You could practically feel your mouth watering as you looked at it, your imagination going wild thinking about how big he had to be.

When he had walked through a door and disappeared further into the building you finally looked away. You sighed, staring down at the paperwork in front of you. You let out a small laugh as you looked at it. Maybe I’ll stick around here a little longer, you thought, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to suppress a smile.

After that, you started enjoying your job significantly more. All of the paperwork and the annoying men were worth it because you got to see Leon everyday. You spoke to him any chance you could get, which honestly wasn’t a lot. He was busy going on patrol and sitting in on meetings and helping with small cases and whatever else rookie cops got up to. You caught him sometimes when he was coming into and leaving the station. Every time you would give him a big smile and a wave. He would always blush bright red and give you a shaky smile as he cleared his throat and looked away. More than once did you catch his breathing getting heavier.

Still, though, at first you did try to keep a safe distance from him. You didn’t want to push any boundaries and make him actually uncomfortable, so you managed to control yourself enough to not pounce on him anytime you saw him. However, once you caught him staring at you, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, you decided that you could amp it up a little bit.

You started making sure that you could run into him any chance that you could get. Instead of just giving him a smile, you spoke to him, keeping your voice light and breathy. You stood close to him, placing your hands on his arm, admiring how small they were compared to him. You leaned in close, pressing your body against his as you looked up at him through your lashes. You licked your lips as he talked, watching the apples of his cheeks turn red and his lips blush pink. You listened to the way his voice got breathy and watched as he squeezed his eyes shut and took deep breaths and got so flustered just from some heavy flirting.

Admittedly, it was probably torture for the poor guy. You were really going hard with the flirting- calling him strong, telling him he’s so good at his job, complimenting him on everything, rubbing your hands on his biceps, tapping against your lips, fucking him with your eyes, and anything else that you could think of that would drive him crazy because you thought he looked so good when he was all flustered. You would drop things on the ground just so that you would have to bend down and pick them up in front of him. You even made it a point to get a bag of lollipops and suck on them, circling your tongue on the candy anytime he was around, making eye contact with him while still pretending to be as innocent as possible.

It was obvious that he liked it. You could hear the way he got all nervous and you could see the way his hands got clammy and you noticed every time his eyes scanned your body, looking at every sensitive part of you. You saw the way he stared at you when he thought you weren’t looking. You even noticed the slight palming of his dick he did when he was sitting behind his desk as you spoke to the chief in front of his office. You saw the way his eyebrows furrowed and he stared in anger as you spoke to any of the other officers. You saw his hands clench into fists and his face turn red as stared intently at whoever you were talking to until you glanced up at him. His face softened when he made eye contact, and he looked desperate for your attention, but he was still trying to be respectful. It was all so cute. Everything he did was so cute.

It all built up over the next few months, and every time you thought about Leon you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together behind the front desk. You touched yourself to the thought of him, thinking about his rough hands grabbing your waist and his thick fingers thrusting in and out of you. You got off just by thinking about how pretty he would look lying flat on his back, his cock stiff and standing at attention, whimpering and squirming as you licked up and down his shaft, not letting him cum until you said so. God, you wanted him so fucking bad.

A few months after Leon started working at the station, you had to stay late to finish up some paperwork that an officer shoved off onto you. It was a lot because the case was big, and even though he didn’t really do anything, he was getting all the credit for it, which meant lots of documents. Which, of course, meant that you had to be the one to do it. And, to make matters worse, he waited until the last possible moment to try and get it finished, so it all had to be written out and signed by the next day, which meant that you had to stay late.

You didn’t want to take work home with you, so you got caught up in trying to get it finished before leaving. You didn’t even realize it was so late until you finally signed on the last dotted line and dropped your pen. You stretched in your chair, looking around at the empty station. Most of the lights had been turned off, so you sat in the dim lighting. Honestly, it was almost scary. You grabbed your phone and looked at the time- 11:38 pm. Jesus Christ, you thought. This took longer than expected.

Your eyes were heavy as you pushed yourself back in your seat, grabbing at your things to gather them up. You were completely focused on packing up that you were only vaguely aware of the footsteps that you heard from behind you. You figured it was just the nighttime janitor or security guard walking around, but then you heard a voice that made all the stress of the day wash away from you completely.

“Oh, you’re finished?” you heard from behind you.

You immediately knew that it was Leon’s voice. You could pinpoint his even tone and deep range out of any lineup. You had spent the last few months memorizing the sound of it. You felt your heartbeat pound against your chest and excitement fill up your head. You turned around, unable to stop the smile from spreading across your face as you faced him.

He was standing in front of the desk awkwardly, shifting on his feet and fumbling with his own hands. He was looking at you, his eyes not staying in one spot, moving around as he avoided looking into your eyes. His eyelids were heavy and his hair was slightly flat. He looked tired, and honestly all you wanted to do was wrap him up in your arms and make him cum so hard so he could fall asleep. You wanted to play with his hair and rub his back and kiss his shoulders. You wanted to hide him under your blanket and keep him in your bed away from the world.

You blinked, trying to pull yourself back to reality.

“Yeah,” you said, giving Leon a friendly smile and sighing, gesturing towards the paperwork. “Just got done with all of this. It was a pain.” You let out a laugh and looked back up at him. You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow, looking at him quizzically. “What are you still doing here?” you asked.

“O-oh,” Leon said, nervously. “Well, just, you know, the same as you. Getting some work finished.” You could see a few beads of sweat lining his forehead. He raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck.

Your mouth twitched as you stared at him, your smile threatening to turn into something that wasn’t just friendly.

“Well, isn’t it convenient that we got finished at the same time!” you exclaimed, teasing him about the fact that you knew he wasn’t telling the truth. You knew as much as the next guy that there wasn’t anything Leon could’ve been doing that would make him have to stay this late. You made a mental note to pry the true reasoning out of him later, but for now, you had something else on your mind.

“Y-yeah,” Leon breathed out, letting out a huffy laugh.

You let your eyes drift down his body. He had already gained some muscle weight since being there. He always wanted to stay on top of everything, working out and keeping his body exercised. If he was strong before, he was surely a brute now. It was so cute, though, because his body was so fit and toned, but his actions made him seem almost like a little kid. You wanted to just eat him up. Something inside you broke, and you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. It had been a long day. What better way to destress than to fool around with the most adorable boy in the world?

“Hey, Leon,” you said, your voice peaking slightly.

He perked up, looking up at you like a puppy whose owner had just called his name. You had to hold yourself back from jumping over the desk.

“I was gonna go get a coffee from the break room before I left- you know, to keep myself awake,” you continued. Leon stared at you wide eyes as he listened intently. “Do you wanna join me?”

Leon swallowed and let out a choked noise. He honestly looked like he was about to throw up, but he nodded rapidly and choked out, “Y-yes! I wanna come.” Then, his eyes widened in horror as he raised his hands and clarified. “I mean, I wanna go with you! To the break room. I wanna go.”

You let out an adoring laugh and looked down, feeling your face blush from his words and actions. You nodded and then made your way around the desk, leaving your things lying on top of it. You stood beside Leon, his body language awkward, unsure of how to navigate the situation that he was in. You smiled at him. He was so endearing. You reached out and wrapped your hands around one of his arms, leaning against him. His body tensed up and you heard him hold his breath. You giggled up at him, and then began walking, pulling him along by his arm.

You dragged Leon away from the front desk and down the hallway towards the first floor break room. You made casual conversation as you walked, asking him how his day was and smiling up at him as he stuttered out all that he got up to. He started rambling about his day, getting really into his words. You hung onto his arm as he waved his hand around, using them as he explained. He was really endearing, and you couldn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering in your tummy- and this time you felt like they might mean a little more than just wanting to get in the boy’s pants.

When you reached the door of the break room, you turned around and slid your hands down Leon’s arm, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the room with a smile. You watched him suck in a breath of air before you let go of his hand and turned around, heading to the coffee machine. As you reached the counter, though, you felt Leon’s presence behind you. He grabbed you, his fingers softly wrapping around your wrist.

“I can do it!” he exclaimed, probably a little louder than what he meant. You turned around and looked up at him, a smirk tugging on your lips as you saw his face. His eyes were furrowed and his lips were pressed tight in determination. It was so cute how much he wanted to do this for you- something as small as making coffee.

God, you wanted to choke on his dick so badly.

You gave him a nod, not taking your eyes off of him as you said, “Thank you. You’re so sweet, Leon.”

He looked down shyly, the corners of his mouth twitching. You saw him shuffle, kicking his feet lightly.

“It’s no big deal,” he mumbled shyly.

You looked at him in adoration, and then turned around. You sat down at the table, staring at Leon as he turned around and began messing with the coffee machine. You watched as his back flexed in his button down, the fabric stretching as he moved his arms. His shoulders bounced up and down. You were completely mesmerized. He had the most perfect body you had ever seen. Before you could stop yourself- not that you even wanted to- your mouth was moving.

“You’re so strong, Leon,” you said, leaning forward and resting your chin on your hand. “All the other rookies they’ve hired have been like shrimp.” You let out a small laugh.

You heard Leon let out a shuddered breath. He finished with the machine and then turned around. He looked at you, giving you a sheepish smile. He shrugged his shoulders, clearly embarrassed by the compliment. He looked down at the floor, only glancing up at you through his lashes.

“I’m not really all that strong…” he said, a smile tugging on his lips. “I, uh, I mean I work out and stuff, but,” he let out a genuine laugh, his face lighting up slightly. He looked up at you, giving you a boyish grin. “I also like to eat,” he said, playfully.

“I think you look good,” you said, matter-of-factly. You pushed yourself up and stepped over towards Leon. You kept some distance, but only a bit. You glanced down at his lips, licking yours as you did.

“R-really?” Leon asked, clearly surprised.

“Mhm,” you hummed, swaying closer to him, but letting your chests touch. You reached your hands out gently and slid them down his arms, giving his biceps a squeeze. “You’ve got really nice arms.” You looked up into his wide and nervous eyes, giving him a cheeky smile. “They’re so big.”

Leon let out a choked noise and a small whimper. You watched his Adam’s apple bounce as he swallowed. You smiled at him, happy with where this was going and the fact that he wasn’t pulling away. You took the opportunity to lean closer, pressing your bodies together. You could feel his already half hard cock against you, and it took your breath away. The bulge was already big and firm as it pressed against your thigh, and you had to physically stop yourself from grinding against it. Instead, you looked up at his flushed face and gave him a reassuring smile.

“Do you have anything else that’s big, Leon?” you asked, your voice teasing.

Leon swallowed a lump in his throat and immediately started sputtering. “Uh… Um… I- uh…”

He looked around, clearly trying to avoid eye contact. He was so nervous and flustered, so inexperienced and innocent. It was so cute watching him devolve into such a mess so fast. You wanted to ruin him even more.

“Well, I, uh…” He cleared his throat, but it sounded more like he was just trying not to choke. “My, uh, m-my… My dick!” he finally said, looking at you with an attempt of confidence.

You almost choked as he made his exclamation. You looked up at his face, seeing his obvious shyness that he was trying to force himself not to feel. You let out a laugh and pushed yourself away, looking at him up and down with a raised eyebrow.

“You know, I really thought you were gonna say your heart,” you commented.

“That too!” Leon proclaimed, shifting against the counter. He was barely leaning against it anymore, instead standing on his legs, slouching slightly so that he wouldn’t be as tall as he really was. You noticed he did that a lot.

I’m gonna have to do a lot of work to get this boy’s confidence up, you thought, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

You pulled back slightly, placing your hand over his heart, feeling the fast beating pound against your palm. He stared at you, his eyes wide and his mouth hung open. You slid your hand down his torso, feeling his tummy suck in as you glided your fingertips across it. You kept eye contact as you reached his pants, tugging on his belt.

“Can I see?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Leon nodded his head immediately, but then he looked away, his eyes shifting down to his feet.

“I-I wanna show you, but I…” He took a deep breath, furrowing his brows, looking upset at himself. “I’m nervous,” he said, quietly.

“Leon,” you cooed his name, tilting your head and looking at him with a face full of sympathy. “You don’t have to be nervous.” You didn’t move your hand from his belt, keeping your fingers shoved slightly behind it, feeling his tummy bump against your knuckles as he breathed hard.

“I just… I don’t have much, uh, e-experience,” Leon stuttered, his mind moving faster than his mouth could keep up with. “So, I-I don’t really k-know what to- um- what to do…” He glanced up at you in anticipation, nervous for your response.

Your heart swelled as you heard him. You really thought you were going to pass out. You knew that Leon was a little shy, but you didn’t think he’d have “not a lot of experience.” You just assumed he was one of those guys that got a lot of pussy because of how awkward he was. You knew it was working on you and he wasn’t even trying. You couldn’t believe that you were going to get to be the one to give him more experience, get to be the one to make him feel good, get to be the one to get him addicted to getting his dick touched. Your head was swimming, but you tried to stay focused.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said gently, giving Leon a soft smile. “You don’t have to do anything except sit back and feel good.”

He stared at you, his eyes shifting down to your lips as he licked his own. He took a deep breath and then asked, “Can- can I kiss you?”

Your smile grew bigger when you saw the anticipation and excitement in his eyes. You moved your hands from his belt and raised them, grabbing his face. You felt his soft skin on your palms as you squished his cheeks together. His breathing got heavier as you leaned up on your tiptoes, pulling his head down to meet yours. You pressed your lips together gently, giving him a soft closed mouth kiss. You leaned back down, flat on your feet, and looked up at him with a small smile.

“Whoa,” he said, his eyes wide, lost in the small kiss that you had just shared. “I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you…”

“Why didn’t you?” you asked, a little pouty.

Leon scoffed, but he looked at you with a grin on his face. “Because I’m a gentleman.”

“Does a gentleman pop a boner every time he sees me?” you teased.

Leon’s mouth fell open in surprise and he instinctively covered his hands over the center of his pants. It was obviously too late, though. You already knew he was hard and you were getting almost desperate to pull it out of his underwear.

“You noticed that?” he asked, his voice raising an octave in embarrassment.

“It’s kind of hard not to,” you said, chewing on your bottom lip as you let your eyes trail down his body to the bulge in his pants.

“I-I didn’t mean to,” he mumbled, shifting against the counter.

You shook your head reassuringly, reaching up and placing a hand on his cheek. He leaned into it, nuzzling slightly as he looked at you shyly.

“I think it’s cute,” you said. “You’d always get so worked up and all I would do was flirt with you a little.” You eyed him, looking at him up and down, staring at the bulge once again. You lowered your hand from his face and slipped your fingers behind his belt, wiggling them against his lower tummy.

“I bet you’re really sensitive, yeah?” you said breathily, leaning towards him, ghosting your lips together. You looked down at his pink wet lips, your eyelashes fluttering against his skin. “Can I find out?”

Leon swallowed and nodded, his eyes wide as he stared at you, seemingly in a daze.

“P-please,” he pleaded, his voice bordering on a whimper.

You gave him a big smile and then leaned up, placing another kiss on his lip. This one you made sure to heat up, opening your mouth slightly so that you could run your tongue along his lower lip. He whined as you did, and you took that opportunity to push your tongue inside his mouth. You felt his hands move as he let out a gasp. He grabbed your waist, digging his fingers into your skin. He kissed you back, pushing his tongue against mine, trying his best to assert some kind of dominance. You wrestled your tongues together for a few more moments, but when you felt his cock twitch against your tummy, you pulled away.

You gave him a mischievous smile, looking at his flushed face and his swollen lips. His eyes were big, his pupils blown out. He was breathing hard out of his open mouth, staring at you in admiration. You raised your eyebrows at him as you lowered yourself down, getting on your knees in front of him. You heard him let out a choked sound, and he squeezed his eyes shut, looking away from you. He let out a small whine and accidentally bucked his hips. You smiled more, raising your hands to grab his hips, holding him still.

“S-sorry,” he said. “You j-just…” He looked down at you, his mouth hanging open as he continued to breathe hard. “Fuck, you look so good. Oh, my God.” He closed his eyes and looked away again, his chest heaving. “Oh, my fucking God.”

You let out a giggle as you moved your hands back to the center of his pants, beginning to unbuckle his belt.

“I didn’t peg you as someone who swears so much,” you teased.

Leon shook his head, still keeping his eyes squeezed shut. You watched him bite his lip as he tried to suppress his whines.

“Not usually,” he said, unable to make proper sentences. “Sometimes. Right now.” He opened his eyes and sighed. “You look really… pretty.”

“Imagine my view,” you said, pulling open his belt and messing with the button. He sucked his tummy in. “A pretty boy all blushy up above me? So nervous he doesn’t know what to do?” You undid the button and zipped down the zipper, pushing the flaps of his pants back before looking up at him to sell home your next point. “It’s like I just won the lottery.”

Leon let out a whimper and shook his head, reaching his hands behind him and grabbing the counter.

“Can’t say that stuff to me,” he said, his voice breathy. “Too nice.”

“You’re such a good boy, Leon,” you said. “I gotta be nice to you.”

You turned back to the center of his body. You pushed the flaps to the side more and shoved his pants down slightly around his hips. He sucked in a breath of air as his hard dick sprung forward against his underwear. You smiled, watching as it twitched against the fabric. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against where his tip would be, shoving your tongue against the wet spot that he had made.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, his hands gripping the counter even tighter. His fingers twitched and his chest heaved.

You continued to press your tongue against the wet spot on his underwear, licking at his clothed tip as you held onto his hips to stop him from bucking them. You moved one hand and gripped the base of his dick, wrapping your fingers around it as much as you could over his underwear. You moved it slowly, sliding the fabric along the sensitive skin, no doubt sending friction spreading throughout his entire body. Leon moaned and whimpered above you, trying his best to keep himself quiet and still.

After a few minutes, you pulled back, sliding your hands up and slipping your fingers into the waistband of his underwear. You shoved them down slightly, exposing the top part of his shaft as well as the crop of pubic hair. He sucked in a breath of air through his teeth, his fingers twitching. You looked up at him with an eyebrow raised, watching his big reactions. A question popped into your mind and you had to ask.

“Leon?” you said gently, getting his attention. He looked down at you, his eyes big and watery. He looked scared, like he might’ve done something wrong. “How much experience do you have?” you asked.

A look of embarrassment immediately washed over his face. The blush that had just begun to disappear suddenly appeared even brighter.

“N-not much,” he said, repeating what he had said earlier.

You gave him a big, teasing smile. “Are you a virgin?” you asked.

Leon let out a whimper, squirming. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and looked down at you, nodding his head.

“Have you ever done anything?” you asked, feeling your heart beat fast against your chest. Getting to touch him in a way no else had, being the first person to touch his dick, running your tongue and hands all over the unexplored part of his body…? It made your head spin.

Leon shook his head again, clearly embarrassed. He looked disappointed in himself.

“J-just a couple of makeouts… It never went any further.” He looked at you, ashamed of himself. He tried to crack a smile, but you could tell he felt bad. “I guess I wasn’t any good.”

“You’re so fucking adorable,” you said, your voice sincere.

His eyes widened and his head shot down to look at you. He looked surprised that you had complimented him and genuinely meant it.

“I’m gonna make you feel real good, okay, baby?” you said, your voice seductive.

Leon nodded, his mouth opening and closing before he finally spoke, his voice small. “Th-thank you.”

“Well aren’t you just so polite?” you said, glancing up at him before turning your attention back to his underwear.

You shoved them down even more, pushing them down enough for his dick to spring forward. Your suspicions were right. Leon was big. It was long and thick with veins running down all around his shaft. The tip was bright red and leaking. His blush reached the base, ghosting lightly along his skin. He had the prettiest dick you had ever seen. The fact that he was just walking around with this having no idea what to do with it… Christ, your mouth was practically watering.

You slid one hand across his pubic area, looking up at him to watch his reaction. He was trying hard to keep his breath steady. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was open, silent moans threatening to come out. You smiled at him, wrapping your fingers around the base of his dick and lifting it up. You pressed it against his tummy, watching the precum stick to his skin. You leaned forward and stuck your tongue out, pressing the flat part against one of his balls.

Leon immediately let out a moan, low and breathy.

“Fuck,” he whined through gritted teeth, his hands still clenching the countertop.

You smiled, pushing your tongue against him even harder. You moved your head, pressing your face against his face where it met his balls. You licked up, running your tongue along his balls, pulling one into your mouth and sucking lightly before letting it out with a pop. As you licked at him, you felt the textured skin on your tongue, slight bumps from where he had just shaved. You couldn’t help but smile, finding it cute that even though he wasn’t getting any he still made it a point to keep himself groomed.

Not that you would care if he wasn’t, to be completely honest.

“F-feels so good,” Leon breathed. You glanced up at him, continue to lick his balls and the bottom of his dick. You moved your hand lazily, pressing the heel against his dick to grind into it. “Feels like I’m in f-fucking heaven.”

You let out a breathy laugh, ghosting your breath along his sensitive skin. You pulled back, looking up at him as you began moving your hand a little more, beginning to properly jerk him off.

“Imagine when I pop your cherry and let you put it in me,” you commented.

Leon let out a gasp, gripping the counter tighter. His eyes opened and he looked down at you, his eyes wide.

“You… You’ll let me?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised.

You eyed him. “Baby, I’ll let you do anything you want.”

“Fuck,” he whimpered, squirming. “What if I’m not any good? N-never done it before…” He let his voice trail off, looking away, embarrassed.

You chuckled. “Guess we’ll just have to keep doing it until you get good at it, yeah?”

Leon whined, bucking his hips into your hand.

“Gonna get you addicted, baby,” you said, lowering your head back down to his dick. You stuck your tongue out, lapping at the sensitive skin. You fisted his tip, twisting your wrist so that you could circle it. You felt the precum on your hand. You looked up at him through your lashes, your pupils blown out. You only had one thing on your mind- make Leon cum until he saw stars.

“Gonna make it so the only thing you can think about is my mouth on your cock,” you continued. “You like that?”

Leon whined, nodding his head rapidly. His fingers twitched at his side.

“Already think about you all the time,” he confessed, his face blushing.

“Really?” you asked, pulling back to look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

He looked down at you, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. You moved your hand around his tip to keep him satisfied. He sighed a happy sigh, his lips curling upwards in a small smile. He nodded, clearly lost in his own world but still trying to keep up the conversation.

“Did you… touch yourself to me?” you asked, a slight mocking tone in your voice.

Leon nodded again, his face blushing even brighter.

“Yes,” he whispered. “A… A lot. After my first day, I…” He gulped, taking a deep breath so he could keep himself composed. “When I got to my car I couldn’t wait. I jerked off in the parking lot and I accidentally moaned your name.” He shifted, shame written on his face. “I felt bad, but…” He opened his eyes to look down at you. His pupils were huge, almost completely overtaking his pretty blue irises. “But you’re just so pretty, I can’t help it.” He sighed, a small smile on his face.

“Dirty boy,” you teased, leaning down once again to place little licks on his balls. You moved your hand more, rubbing your palm up and down more inches of his cock.

“Only for you,” he breathed, his voice high pitched and whiny now. “Never anyone else.

“Mhm,” you hummed against his shaft.

“Wouldn’t let anyone else do this to me in the break room of my job,” Leon said, and then you watched as the situation seemingly fully hit him for the first time. His face fell and he looked worried. He looked down at you, slightly frantic. “Sh-should we stop? I mean, what if someone comes in…?”

“No one’s here,” you mumbled, now completely focused on licking and sucking near the bottom of his shaft. “Don’t worry, baby. Just let yourself feel good.”

Your words seemed to ease Leon, because he relaxed back against the counter. You looked up at him, seeing his perfectly content face. He looked like he was on cloud nine, in complete bliss. You had never seen someone so satisfied before and you hadn’t even wrapped your lips around his dick and taken him in your throat yet. Your head started spinning as you thought about how he was going to react to that.

After a few more minutes, you finally moved away from his sensitive and overstimulated balls. You dragged the flat part of your tongue up the thick vein that lined the bottom of his cock. When you reached the top, you circled your tongue around his tip, lapping up the precum that was leaking out. It was salty and honestly didn’t taste very good, but you didn’t care. You snuck a glance up at him, hearing his whimpers and whines, clearly still trying to keep himself quiet.

You slid your hand down his shaft, the side bumping into his balls as you finally wrapped your lips around the tip. He sighed, thrusting his hips forward slightly, accidentally pushing a few more inches in your mouth. You gagged, not expecting the sudden intrusion, but Leon didn’t seem to notice. He had raised his hand, shoving his palm over his mouth. His other hand was at his tummy, grabbing at his shirt to hold it up over his abs, the fabric balled in his fist.

You raised your hand and grabbed his hips to hold him still as best you could. Despite you clearly having the upper hand, Leon was still a big man who was a lot stronger than you. When he felt your fingers on his hips, though, he melted into your touch.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, pushing his hips back and looking down at you.

You pulled off of him, going back to licking his tip. You had spit pooling on your lips from choking a moment before, so you let it dribble onto his dick. You slid your hand up to his tip and gathered the spit on the side of your palm so you could rub his shaft easier. As you did, you leaned back down and sucked his wet tip into your mouth.

“I’ll-I’ll try not to cum too fast,” Leon breathed, squeezing his eyes shut. He looked like he was going to cry.

You hummed around his tip, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I- uh,” Leon swallowed, trying hard to keep himself composed. “I’ll try to tell you when I do.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “You’re supposed to do that, right?”

You pulled off of him again, leaning back on your heels as you continued to jerk him off lazily.

“It’s the nice thing to do, yes,” you confirmed, feeling a strange sense of pride at having to answer his question about getting a blowjob.

Leon nodded obediently. “Okay,” he said, swallowing. He looked down, watching your hand move on his cock. His eyes shifted up, and he looked into yours. “I’m nice, yeah?”

You gave him a big smile and leaned forward, placing a kiss on the underside of his head.”

“You’re really nice,” you said, looking up at him, ghosting your lips against his sensitive skin. “You’re such a good boy, Leon.”

He sucked in a breath and then let out a small whimper. His hips bucked slightly and you gave him a sly smile.

“I’m… I’m your good boy, right?”

“Fuck,” you whispered, feeling the wetness pooling in your underwear. You were so turned on, so horny that it was insane. You were willing to do anything to keep giving Leon head.

“Yeah, baby,” you said, your voice growing a touch more husky and raspy. You leaned back down, placing open mouthed kisses against his shaft. “You’re my good boy.”

“Do anything you say,” Leon whined. He kept his one hand grabbing onto his shirt, but he ran the other through his hair. “I promise, b-baby.”

“I know, Leon,” you said, a small laugh leaving your lips.

You looked up, taking in the sight of him. He was a wreck above you. His hair was messy and his face was red. His eyebrows were pulled down and his lips were parted, breathy whimpers coming out.

“God, look at you,” you cooed, your voice low as you continued to kiss the side of his dick. “Standing there so pretty, letting me touch your dick however I want.”

“Feels good,” Leon said, his voice a whisper.

“I’d say,” you mocked, dragging out the syllable. You dragged your lips up his shaft until you reached his tip. “Make sure you let me know how good this feels, okay, baby?”

Leon started to nod, his eyes heavy as he looked down at you, but he was quickly cut off by the feeling of you taking him inside your mouth. His body spasmed, his hips jerking, but you were prepared for his big reactions that time. You relaxed your throat, letting him buck his hips once before catching himself. His hands shot away from the counter and landed on your head. He didn’t push it, though. Instead, he rested his palm against the sides of your head. As you pulled back and lowered your head again, you felt his fingers twiddle against your ears and play with your hair. You smiled as much as you could. Even when he was in such a vulnerable position, even when he was getting his dick sucked for the first time, he was still there to make sure that you stayed grounded.

You steadily took more of him, breathing through your nose. Leon’s scent was always strong, but being this close to him in such a precarious position made it intoxicating. Your head was spinning, your vision going blurry as inch after inch slid down your throat. Leon kept his hands on your head, his thighs and hips twitching as he tried to keep himself composed enough not to thrust in your mouth and fuck your throat as hard as he wanted. He really was big, but you were determined to take as much as you could.

You felt him slide down your throat, your walls clenching around him, squeezing his dick as you bounced your head on it. He moaned above you, his mind completely engulfed in the blowjob. He had stopped worrying about being quiet, the way your throat was tight around his dick enough to make him let loose the whiniest whimpers you had ever heard. He sounded so pretty and so desperate. It was like music to your ears.

The sounds Leon was making only encouraged you to go down further. You pulled back, kissing and licking his tip as you took a deep breath. Then, you grabbed his hips and lowered your head down, pushing his dick deeper down your throat. You felt the tip hit the back and you gagged, which only made him sputter, his entire body spasming. You thought for a moment that he was about to cum, so you looked up at him, only to see that he was already looking down at you.

“Th-the whole thing?” he asked, his voice small. He looked like he was in a daze. You felt his dick twitch inside your throat. “Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.” He tipped his head back, his tummy heaving as he breathed hard. You pulled back, licking underneath the head of his dick. You looked up at him as you did, watching as he went in and out of consciousness, looking at you with heavy lids.

“Never ever thought I’d get your mouth around me,” Leon began, his voice high and breathy. He shook his head, raising one hand from your head to run his fingers through his hair. “Nuh uh, never ever ever.”

You continued to slobber all over his dick, pushing your tongue against his shaft, licking anywhere that you could. You held onto his hips, pushing your thumbs into the skin underneath his hip bones.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his voice gravelly. He sunk against the counter, his hand sliding down his body. He reached out, looking down at you with blown out pupils. He placed his hand on your cheek, pressing his fingers underneath your jaw.

You rewarded him by wrapping your lips around his raging red tip once again, and any romantic moment he was feeling was washed away immediately. His face twisted into the beautiful pleasured face he had before and his fingers clenched, grabbing your ear.

“Never thought I’d ever even get a chance with you,” he said. You looked up at him, watching him talk as his eyes stayed squeezed shut. You bobbed your head up and down sloppily. “Thought you were too good for me. Thought I’d just have to be happy working at the same place as you.”

You let your eyes stare up at him. You pulled off, sliding his dick out of your throat and going back to licking at it as you listened to what he was saying. His face was turning red and his voice was getting breathier as he continued to babble.

“Thought I’d just have to be happy jerking off to you,” he confessed.

You hummed against his tip, placing a kiss against the slit and then pulling back, giving him a mischievous smile.

“Can you tell me about it, baby?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes.

He looked down at you, shame and worry on his face, but his dick twitched against your lips.

“Wh-when I was in my car, that first day, I-...” He swallowed hard as you went back to suckling on his cock. Your ears burned red as you listened to him. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You moved one hand down and grabbed his cock, pushing it up so you could lick a long stripe underneath up to his tip. Leon breathed hard.

“I- fuck!- I was so hard,” he grunted. Clearly he was finding it harder to get his words out by that point. “I felt like I was gonna pass out. I just… I just had to touch it. It was twitching in my pants and leaking so much…” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and sucked hard, making his lips swollen.

You circled your tongue around his for only a moment before lowering your head down, taking him in your throat. You grabbed his hips again, keeping him steady. It wasn’t working very well anymore, though. Leon was clearly close to his orgasm because his hips wouldn’t stay still and he wouldn’t stop talking.

“I came so fast and I thought about you the whole time,” he moaned out. “I thought about you riding me and grabbing my shoulders and digging your nails into my skin.”

Leon bucked his hips harder as you took more inches in your mouth. You flexed your throat, clenching around him as he stretched out your walls. His voice sped up and he sounded more and more desperate as the seconds passed.

“Want you to mark me. Wanna have scratch marks and hickeys all over me.” Leon’s mind was moving fast, his mouth barely able to keep up. “Wanna let you do everything to me. Want you to… fuck, fuck, fuck. Want you to ruin me- holy shit!”

Leon’s hands grabbed onto your hair, tugging hard as he bucked his hips. You held onto his hipbones, letting him fuck your mouth to his obvious near completion.

“I’m gonna cum-! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

It was only a few seconds later that Leon’s sudden fast movements were frozen, his cock buried deep inside your mouth.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chanted as he came down your throat, spilling thick strings out.

His fingers loosened and his hands dropped to his sides as you continued to suck him off, milking all of his cum out. When there was nothing left, you pulled off, looking up at his hazy eyes as you swallowed down his orgasm. When it was down, you sat back on your heels and looked up at him, giving him a big smile.

He looked like he was going to pass out. He gave you a shaky smile and then tipped his head back, breathing hard at the ceiling. You laughed, giving his thigh a pat as you pushed yourself up. Leon stayed leaning against the counter as you stood in front of him. You stared at him, watching as his eyes stayed closed and he kept a smile on his face. He swayed lightly, in his own little world full of bliss and post nut pleasure. He was practically glowing.

You laughed again, shaking your head at him playfully. You reached your hands out and grabbed his dick. He only smiled bigger, letting you put his dick away and fix his pants. By the time you had gotten the belt back on, he seemed to be stable enough to keep his eyes open. He stared at you, watching your eyes move with a goofy smile on his face, his front teeth showing. You looked up at him, but had to quickly look away. He was making your heart flutter in a much more fluffy way than before.

“What?” you asked, blush creeping across your cheeks.

Leon shook his head, but his smile didn’t leave. “Nothing,” he replied, still eyeing you.

“Why are you staring?” you squeaked, reaching out and giving him a slight push.

Leon shrugged, looking away shyly. “You’re just pretty.”

“Hey!” you said, reaching out and poking his chest. “You didn’t stutter.” You gave him a playful smile.

Leon’s cheeks blushed and his smile got shy. He closed his eyes gently and let out a breath of air through his nose, his lips curling upwards slightly. He looked breathtaking. As you stared at him, thought, you saw his eyes open and a worried expression crossed his face. He turned his head and looked at you, almost frantic.

“W-wait!” he exclaimed, reaching his hands out and ghosting his fingers on your arms. He pulled you slightly closer to him. “I can do you! I mean, I’ve never done it before, so I probably won’t be any good, but-”

“Leon,” you said with a laugh, cutting him off. You patted his cheek, shaking your head reassuringly. “I wanna save you doing me for next time.” You gave him a sly smile, flickering your eyes at him up and down.

“N-next time?” he asked, his voice small.

You nodded, stepping forward. “Mhm,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pressed your bodies together, feeling his hands take place on your hips. They fit perfectly, as if that’s where they belonged.

“I still have to let you put it in, remember?” you teased.

His eyes widened and his hands rubbed around your lower back.

“Y-” he began, but was cut off by a choke. He cleared his throat and continued. He looked around, lowering his head closer to you and whispering, his eyes wide. “You were serious?” he asked, his slight lisp shining through in his surprise and amazement.

“Of course,” you chuckled. “You think I’d just leave you hanging like that? Besides, I gotta teach you how to make me feel good.”

“I wanna learn!” Leon exclaimed, nodding his head rapidly, trying to show you that he really meant it. “I’ll try my best for you! I-I wanna make you feel as good as you just made me feel…” He looked away, clearly shy from his own words.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. All you wanted to do was lean up and kiss him, so that’s exactly what you did. He froze for a second, but then you felt his body melt against yours and he kissed you back. You sighed into the kiss. This one felt… different. It felt more passionate and gentle. It felt like it meant something more than just two tongues wrestling together when someone was trying to get off. The butterflies went crazy in your tummy.

You pulled back, looking up at him with a genuine and soft smile. He looked down at you, happiness in his eyes.

There was a moment of silence as Leon’s eyes flickered around your face, studying you. Then, he sputtered out quickly, “Will you go on a date with me?”

Your shock was probably written on your face, but you were just so surprised that he actually wanted to go on a date with you. You knew that Leon was shy and awkward, but he was still a guy, so you just thought… You just thought that all he really wanted was to get laid. He wanted to go on a date? Like… an actual one?

“You want to go on a date with me?” you asked, your voice raising an octave.

Leon nodded. “I wanna take you out. I want to… uh… treat you.” He looked away, his voice lowering. “I like you…”

You felt your face turning red and you couldn’t look at him anymore. You looked at the floor, feeling shy. Your heart was beating fast against your chest and your hands were suddenly sweaty.

You nodded shyly. “I’ll go on a date with you. I… I like you, too.”

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, sounding relieved. He couldn’t wipe a smile off of his face. His fingers flexed against your waist. He looked down at you, his face giddy. “Tomorrow? I-I’ll take you to dinner.”

You nodded almost immediately. “Tomorrow sounds good. What time do you get off work?”

“6:30.”

You nodded absentmindedly, thinking about the options. “Okay,” you said finally. “I get off at 5. Do you wanna… meet me at my place when you get off?”

“Sure!” he agreed. “And we can go out to eat.”

“Yeah!” You gave him a smile. “Then when you drop me back off at my house, you can come inside.”

He nodded, looking shy. “Sounds good.” He lowered his voice, then quietly added, “I’m excited.”

“I can’t wait,” you said, giving him a smile.

After that, you told Leon that you two better head out before the security guard caught you and you got into trouble. He agreed, and you both began walking back towards the front office. You grabbed your things, but Leon quickly took them out of your hands.

“I can get it for you.” He gave you a playful smile. “I’m strong, remember?” Now he was the one doing the teasing.

You let out a small laugh and shook your head.

Leon walked you out, staying by your side the entire time. As you walked, your knuckles bumped against each other, and you couldn’t help from grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together. You felt his sweaty palms against yours. Your heart swelled, threatening to burst out of your chest. He put your back in the back of your car and then opened the driver door for you. You rolled your window down so you could say goodbye. Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and grabbed his shirt. You pulled him down, placing a kiss on his lips before letting him go. He raised back up, his face bright red and sweaty.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Leon,” you said, putting your car in drive.

“See you tomorrow,” he said, giving you a small wave.

The rest of the night you couldn’t stop thinking about rookie Leon Kennedy. You couldn’t stop thinking about his big dick, about the way he sounded when you were blowing him, about how he played with your hair while he was getting his cock sucked, about how sweet he was, about how shy and nervous he acted. It got to be a real problem when you realized you actually couldn’t get him off your mind.

Do I have a crush on him? you pondered as you thought about the date, but also about what you were going to do afterwards…

You couldn’t wait.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy #re4 leon #re4 remake #resident evil 4 #re2make #re2 leon #re2 remake #resident evil 2 #leon kennedy resident evil #reader insert #i’ll write a part 2 where he puts it in <3

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peaches (you're the cream of the crop)

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ touya todoroki x fem reader. fluff. slightly suggestive. cursing. ⭑ a series of grocery trips after touya is discharged from the hospital gives you both a sense of normalcy you never thought you’d be able to have again.

monday

“put it back.” he wrinkles his nose as you continue to pick out tomatoes from the neat stack in front of you. “i said put it back.”

you stick your tongue out and tie up the bag after you put the last tomato in, dropping it in the cart he was pushing.

“ew.”

you giggle, he was acting like a little kid.

“touyaaa, you have to eat your veggies to grow big and strong.”

“bullshit. all the brat eats is soba and he’s almost taller than me now.” he grumbles. “and tomatoes are fruits.”

“tastes like a veggie.” your hip gently bumps into his after you walk back to him from the vegetables. “and maybe shoto’s taller than you ‘cause he actually listens to me.”

he rolls his eyes at that, and hesitantly reaches for your hand.

he’s still not used to being with you like this, alone, despite knowing you stayed by his side through countless hospital visits he wished he was conscious for.

but it’s okay because you’re here now, soft skin soothing against his rough, charred flesh. you don’t seem to mind though, not even the fact that he tends to holds you a little more tightly than he used to.

touya doesn’t let go of your hand. not once. not when you went to get a napa cabbage, or when you inspected the peaches on sale for any mushy spots.

or even when he lets you drag him to a stand in the freezer aisle where a nice store employee offers you two samples of gyoza, which was surprisingly good considering it was from a brand you’ve never heard of.

you feed touya his share, his eyes wide as he waits for you to finish blowing on it for him before holding it in front of his lips to eat.

not until you ask “can you go get more bags for me touya?” in that soft voice of yours that turns his knees to jelly, does he even consider the idea of releasing you from his grasp. you ran out when you were getting green onions.

turquoise eyes flicker to you, a hint of disappointment in them. he really doesn’t want to let go.

with a quick glance around, it’s obvious the supermarket was practically empty. which made sense, the two of you purposely chose to come on a monday morning.

perfect.

you use the handle of the cart to push yourself on your tippy toes, taking the opportunity to give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“please?”

he blinks rapidly, ducking his head down as he barely bites back a smile. you had him wrapped around your little finger and you didn’t even know it sometimes.

he’s always been weak for you.

“‘kay. be right back.” and you can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from your throat, knowing he means it this time.

from now on, he’ll always come back to you. to home.

he quickly returns from his trip to the dispenser roll of plastic bags near the checkout line and promptly dumps them in the cart.

“i changed my mind.” he says as he swiftly slips behind you to hug your waist, catching you in the middle of putting a packet of tofu skin in the nearly full cart. a soft weight can be felt on your hair as his chin rests on your head.

you smile, squeezing his forearms. “about what?”

“….i guess i’ll eat tomatoes.”

“awww, for me?”

“only for you.”

friday

— wild geraniums are rich in flower symbolism. they are associated with love, peace, joy, health, fertility, and spirituality.

it was a warm friday afternoon the next time you and touya go shopping.

the shizuoka prefecture had reached a new high today for the month, a sweltering thirty four degrees, and by the time you two get there you’re sweating bullets.

the cold air conditioning blasts you in the face, cooling your sweat as you’re met with the sight of mothers and elderly women bustling around, carts laden with fresh produce to last the next few weeks by cooking warm meals for their families.

he sighs next to you as the both of you stand in silence, enjoying the breeze for just moment longer.

touya grabs a basket for you, since you’re only planning to grab a few things for shoto anyway. a light pink sticky note rests on the palm of your hand, and he watches as you peer at the youngest’s neat handwriting.

a packet of soba noodles, a new pocky flavor, mousse matcha, that he wanted to try with his friends, and a bottle of green tea.

the two of you are in the snack aisle when he texts, touya too busy examining the ingredients of a box of choco-pie to notice you taking your phone out.

shoto [08:51]

Sorry for the late notice, can you please pick up a potted flower?

It’s for mom.

But don’t let Touya-nii pick.

It’s your choice that I trust.

you giggle at his remark, while your fingers fumble for the pen you know is somewhere.

thankfully, touya saves you by magically pulling it out from the depths of your bag, and places it in the palm of your hand.

you whisper a quick thanks and kiss his cheek. his face goes hot the moment you pull away to scribble on the list in your hand.

‘stop by the plant nursery’ is added to your sticky. it was only a block away on the way back to the todoroki house, so touya and you could just swing by really quick after getting shoto’s stuff. due to lack of a hard surface to write on, your writing was kind of messy.

maybe you should’ve asked touya if you could use his chest, but you doubt the grandmas in the aisle over would approve.

a new notification pops up on your screen.

natsuo [09:03]

helloo my favorite future sister-in-law

can u pick up some fish for sashimi pls

pls pls i got an A on my presentation today

touya leans over your shoulder to read the text and fakes a gag. he never liked fish, and eating it raw? no way in hell.

between the four of them inheriting most of their mother’s likeness (fuck whatever his dad’s weak ass excuse for genes was), you’d think they’d also gain her love of warm dishes like oden and niku-jaga.

as the eldest, of course it was his duty to set things straight and comment on his sibling’s questionable tastes.

you [09:04]

hot soba is better

mission accomplished, touya proudly hands your phone back to you. you bite back a laugh as you read his texts.

how eloquent of him.

natsuo [09:05]

????????

natsuo [09:05]

BITCH

I KNOW THATS YOU TOUYA

you roll your eyes at the two’s antics and grab your boyfriends hand, leading him to the seafood section.

a wide array of fish was displayed before you, and you take a picture of the ones labeled for sashimi.

you [09:10]

which one? :)

natsuo [09:11]

the salmon !!!!!

you [09:12]

ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

natsuo [09:13]

THANK USOMHCH

I LOV YOU

MORE THANTOUYA

another notification appears as you quickly swipe out of natsuo’s texts before your boyfriend can throw your phone across the supermarket.

fuyumi [09:26]

are you guys at the mart right now?

you [09:27]

we are lol :9

did natsu brag about getting sashimi the moment he got home from his lecture?

fuyumi [09:28]

yeah.

giggling a little, you can almost hear her slightly exasperated tone.

you take a picture of an unsuspecting dabi looking at the frozen steamed buns and he side eyes you after you turn away, already having a sneaking suspicion who you were sending it to.

you [09:28]

touyamakinghearteyesatredbeanbuns.png

fuyumi [09:30]

fatass

you muffle your laughter as touya stalks over to you, swiping the phone out of your hands just as fuyumi texts again.

fuyumi [09:31]

anyways i was going to ask

can you add panko bread crumbs to your cart please?

i wanted make katsudon for you all tonight :>

touya’s types furiously as you hide your face in his chest in a silent fit of laughter.

you [09:32]

only if you take back calling me a fatass, fatass

fuyumi [09:33]

please i’ve hear worse threats from my kindergarteners in the sandbox

you’re almost to the checkout line, before touya stops you.

you don’t even have to take a glance in the direction he’s looking in.

“touya, no.”

“touya, yes.”

he wants to grin so bad but his new staples are still fresh from last week’s surgery.

his mouth settles for a safe pout to win your pity.

unfortunately for him you had an iron will in concerns to his health.

“the nurse said ‘no processed foods for the next thirteen days.’ that includes shrimp chips, dummy.”

your hand around his bicep is firm as you drag him away, and he stares longingly back at the snack aisle.

“where are we going?” he murmurs, the grocery bags that he had insisted carrying in one hand while letting you drag him along in the other.

he makes sure he’s walking on the side of the curb.

you slow your pace to walk beside him and he can hear the teasing smile in your voice.

“to bring a baby home to your mom.”

“okay… wait what?!”

he stares at the potted geraniums in your hands as you exit the plant nursery, eyes flicking up to meet your cheeky grin.

“our baby.”

so that’s what you meant.

you looked a little too pleased with yourself and had somehow gotten a smudge of dirt on your forehead in the process of choosing the perfect flowers for his mother.

he wipes it off with his thumb, and pretends to lick it to see your reaction. your squeals of protest and the way your eyes smile when you laugh make his stomach do a flip.

just like when he met you for the first time.

touya decides anything is worth it as long as he gets to see you make that face. especially pretending eating dirt. fuck the shrimp chips, the only snack he needed was you.

except you weren’t just a snack.

you were a goddamn meal.

he raises an eyebrow and smirks, eyes dancing with mischief as he looks down at you. a firm hand pressed against your belly as he places a painstakingly soft kiss on the spot where the dirt smudge used to be.

“don’t worry.” he breathes. you can feel him smile into the crook of your neck, his fingers caressing your stomach as you squirm ticklishly against him.

“i’ll get you a real one someday.”

you nearly drop the geraniums on his foot.

sunday

today is sunday.

meaning it’s weekly movie night in the todoroki household.

shoto was the one who made it a tradition, after liking it so much when he did it with his classmates. everyone agreed it was the perfect low-effort family bonding activity after a long week.

natsuo just finished taking his finals. you’re relieved not to see him pull anymore all-nighters.

fuyumi’s on summer break. letters from her students written in crayon and covered in silly doodles of her are litter the front of the fridge.

you smile as you pass by it when you’re on on the way to shoto’s room to help him do that little braid he liked on the side of his hair. he was starting to grow it out now.

rei makes sure to volunteer at the local gardening center in the mornings, ensuring her afternoons and evenings are free to spend time with her kids.

enji calls off from work the moment it hits six. his sidekicks at the agency can take care of whatever happens while he’s gone.

touya and you are in charge of buying snacks, and you get everyone’s favorite. after checking out, the two of you head home hand in hand.

you’re snuggled under a blanket with touya. it was shoto’s turn to choose a movie, and the sounds of shrek played as you grew sleepier and sleepier. touya’s warm arms, which had you trapped in his lap, were not helping.

you point at the plate of tuna mayo onigiri on the coffee table. rei and fuyumi had made them earlier while you and him were out at the supermarket.

“remember when you ate so many of those because natsuo dared you to and you got a tummy ache?” he lets out a noise akin to a giggle, and your mouth splits into a grin at the familiar sound.

memories of hot summers sleeping on the floor with the fan on full blast and staying up to see fireflies come flooding back to you.

lying on the roof, you remember him resting his head on your chest while pointing out constellations to you, echoes of shared laughter filling the night air as he’d get them wrong every single time.

the stolen glances at each other between bites of juicy watermelon and soba. his ears turning redder than the slice of fruit in his hands when you catch him staring, the smug look on your face quickly turning into one of concern as he choked on his food and you rushed to pat his back.

in the present, you cuddle up impossibly closer to him, and he shivers as your warm breath hits his neck.

you had really missed this. he did too.

he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of the summer with you.

the rest of his life, too. he wasn’t planning on leaving you alone again, not now, not ever.

with you in his arms, he focuses on the movie, laughing along with shoto as fiona attempts to yank out the arrow in shrek’s butt. he turns to you, a smile tugging at his lips. his hair looks even softer against the glow of the projector.

“would you love me if i turned into shrek?”

you grin, poking his cheek. “i’d miss this pretty face of yours too much.”

"scars and all?"

"scars and all."

he frowns playfully at that despite the butterflies coming to life in his stomach, and leans forward to rest his head against your shoulder. you smirk, catching a whiff of your conditioner. “i knew you only liked me for my looks.”

“shush.” you point at something on the coffee table.

he spots the bag of shrimp chips, not so subtly lighting up.

you must have snuck them onto the conveyor belt while you two were standing in the checkout line when he wasn’t looking.

“i love you so much holy shit.” he whispers, nuzzling into your shoulder.

“i know.”

cue the side eye from him.

you roll your eyes at his dramatics and turn around to straddle his strong thighs, raising your hands to gently hold his face in them.

touya shivers as your thumb brushes against his cheek, your touch sweet like the peaches he shared with you after breakfast that morning.

“i love you too.” you whisper back, just in time before he lifts the blanket up to cover the both of you in the dark as he hungrily leans forward to close the gap between you.

rei’s the first one to notice you two asleep on the couch as the ending credits roll.

she gets another fluffy blanket from the closet to layer on top of the one already on your sleeping forms, making sure you’re both properly covered.

she places a kiss on touya’s forehead, then yours, before hugging the rest of her children goodnight and giving them kisses as well.

enji follows suit, muttering a gruff goodnight to everyone. a chorus of quiet good nights trail after him as he lumbers off.

fuyumi, natsuo, and shoto are the last ones left in the living room.

they smirk knowingly at each other as they see touya squeeze you tighter in his sleep, mumbling something about how lucky he is that you’re his.

something about getting you a ring too.

as the three siblings exit the room, they wordlessly shared one last excited glance before heading separate ways to their respective beds. shoto was especially pleased.

when you started living with them, he could ask you to help braid his hair everyday.

he wants you to teach him when you have the time, too. touya could never get it right like you did when you weren’t here.

at least touya had enough of a grasp on his sense of style to help him pick outfits.

you, obviously, were already a todoroki in all of their hearts.

but they still couldn’t wait for their big brother to grow a pair and tie the knot with you.

#i just want them to be okay and happy #i’m coping #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #toya todoroki #touya todoroki #mha fluff #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha dabi #dabi fluff #if someone says dabi can’t make babies anymore bc his d is yk i am looking the other way i cannot hear u lalalala #btw i have met SO many ppl that don’t like tomatoes and i just don’t get it bc i’m a tomato lover #for life

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gallaghersgal · 15 days ago

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real love, baby

carmy blurb inspired by this ask!! mature, 18+. smoking 🍃, plenty of fluff, domestic and lovely <33

wc: 650

carmen's been high before, smoked a couple joints with mikey & richie in his teens, took gummies for his sleep while staging in copenhagen. but recently he confessed to you, he's never had an enjoyable high. with his brother he was often on edge, trying to remain cool for the older boys.

so on a monday morning when neither of you have anything to do, and there's a farmers market down the block you've been dying to visit, you wake before carmen and make your way into the living room. you open your freshly restocked stash and unwrap the glassware you'd ordered for this moment, a bong much smaller than your own, to let your boyfriend get the hang of it.

after grinding enough for the morning and packing the first bowl, unable to resist a hit or two for yourself, you get to work on breakfast. carmen wakes to the thick, earthy smell of the smoke paired with the savory scent of bacon and eggs. you plate up two breakfast sandwiches and make your way to carmen's side where he stands by the open window.

you show him how to inhale from the bong, sharing your first hit with him by taking his chin and exhaling the smoke into his parted lips. it's more filtered that way, gentler even though his lungs have become accustomed to the intrusion. he kisses you soundly after that, tongue slipping past your lips as he exhales through his nose.

it takes fifteen minutes for your plates and the first bowl to be cleared. by then carmen's contracted a case of the giggles, his eager hands reaching for the glass piece when you fail to clear the smoke in one go. you laugh with him, and kiss his sweet, rosy cheeks. while you repack the bowl you instruct carmen to pull up a playlist of yours, swaying your shoulders to the beat of the familiar songs.

your boyfriend isn’t a dancer by any means, and you’re fine with that. you let the music move you enough for two. but something about this morning gets carmen up, his hands tugging you upright and into his arms. full of giggles, you move to the beat.

after smoking down the second, as you pack the third bowl carmen bashfully asks what you plan on wearing to the farmers market, wanting to match with you. with a grin on your face, you tug him into the bedroom and giggle at the way he makes sure your bong is in his hand too, never one to be wasteful.

you open all the bedroom windows, taking turns taking hits as you choose a matching outfit. after finding a cropped white tee in your half of the closet and a pair of levi's jeans you know you have to recreate his signature look. you pair the two with the leather jacket carmen had planned on wearing, but he doesn't tell you that. looks better on you anyway, he thinks. instead he puts a zip up hoodie around his shoulders, promising to take it off if you want a picture together, even if you tell him it's too cold. he'd do anything for you, no matter how small or silly.

you freshen up with dry shampoo to soak up the smell, reassuring carmen that a brisk walk on a chicago spring morning will wash away the rest of the smoke that clings to your bodies. you both take a spritz of his cologne, because it's a stronger scent of course, not because you love being enveloped in carmen.

the walk to the farmers market is taken at a leisurely pace, hand in hand. together you purchase homegrown espresso beans, fresh mozzarella and pasta, and a colorful array of fruits and vegetables. carmen disappears from your side for a bit while you survey the selection of a "green" bakery, offering infused sweets as well as quality gummies. you purchase the sleep blend gummies for carmen to try, and a packet of infused candies for yourself.

when the transaction is done you look around for your boyfriend, noticing first the large bouquet moving toward you, then his bright smile. of course carmen bought you flowers.

THX 4 READING → dividers by cafekitsune (x), saradika (x). dedicated to @saltnsugarbear hehe

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto fluff #the bear fanfiction #the bear fluff #the bear fx #maggie’s musings [blurbs]

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toxicanonymity · 1 year ago

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Parole.

3k words, joel miller x f!reader

Jojo playlist, joel master list, @toxicfics for notifs

SUMMARY: PWP. Phone sex and just-got-out-of-jail sex.

WARNINGS: I8+, dirty talk, jacking off, groping while driving, oral F receiving, Unsafe P in V intercourse, semi-public (bathroom). Reader can sit on a sink.

A/N: cellmate's nephew!Joel, part 3 of 3 (just 8k total) , follows Jailbird and Collect Calls but you just need to know his aunt Mabel is your cellmate. This is the last of Jailbird for the foreseeable future. It’s been a fun diversion. This is not the last of Jojo.

—---

All goes well at your parole hearing. After you get your 72 Hour release notice, you call Joel.

He answers the phone, "You're gettin' out," and you can hear his smile.

"How did you–did Mabel tell you?"

"Had a feeling. So what, 3 days now?" He opens and squirts the lube.

"9pm Monday."

"You just made my dick so hard, baby."

"Jojo. . ."

"Hmm?"

"God, sorry - Joel"

"Call me whatever ya want, jailbird. Mm. Call me joel, call me jojo--mm, call me call me any time baby”

“Can’t wait to be on the other side of that glass.”

"And I'm gonna pop that post-penny cherry" (post-penitentiary)

“Shhh”

"What they're gonna un-parole ya 'cause there’s a hard dick waitin’ for ya?"

“Well, I like the sound of that,” you purr.

“Oh we’re gonna get nasty, baby,” he breathes.

“Mmm”

“You wear thongs, g-strings, whatcha wear?” His fist slurps up and down his cock.

“Thongs,” you tell him. “Boy shorts if I wanna be comfy.”

“Damn. . . that ass in boy shorts? Whew.”

“How ‘bout you?”

“Boxer briefs.”

“Mm, shoulda known. Those tight-ass pants”

“Yeah, ya like’em?”

“Like how ya wear’em”

“How’s that”

“Packing somethin’ fat and juicy for me.”

He moans. “Fuck yeah i am, just for you baby”

“Just for me?”

“‘S’all for you, baby. How ya want it first?”

“Honey, I just want it.”

“Can i come inside ya?”

“Mmmm, yeah. . .”

“Fuck, i’m gonna pump you full,” his voice tells you he’s already close.

“You better.”

“Fuck yeah, baby.” His hand is moving faster. “Ohhh, fuck” He shudders and groans long and drawn out as he comes.

“Started without me didn’t ya”

“Wouldn’t do that,” he says in a transparently false tone.

“Hope ya can last longer than that,” you tease.

“Fuck you,” he laughs. “Shit, maybe I can’t. ‘S’what ya do to me, baby.”

“Then we’ll just have to do it again.”

“Oh I’m grocery shoppin’ like it’s the apocalypse. Won’t have to leave the house for a week.”

—------

Mabel gives you one last poke-and-stick tattoo, a heart on your other hand, mirroring the location of your "clover." The last thing she tells you is, “He’s snipped, ya know. I took care of him after he did it. ”

“Nice.”

“Yeah, he knows he's not dad material," she explains, then lightens the mood with, "he's daddy, not dad," and a wink.

You're gonna miss her. But if things go well with Joel, you’ll see her again in a few months.

—----

Walking down the ramp from the tower toward the jail lobby, you can taste the freedom and almost forget what you’re wearing – booty skirt, platform heels, mesh crop top, fishnets.

His posture is what catches your eye first. Feet spread, arms crossed. Your eyes fall to his bulge then pan up to a white t-shirt struggling to contain the tattooed arms crossed in front of him. Gold chain, Adam's Apple. As his face comes into focus, he tilts his head back and squints, pursing his lips in a pained expression as he looks at you. His expression is enough to remind you what you’re wearing. By the time you reach him, he’s biting his lip, shaking his head at you with his eyes smiling.

He opens his arms and wraps around you for a full-body hug. He smells like fresh cologne, and he feels safe and comfortable. He feels like – ohhh, yeah, he’s already getting hard. You’re holding a plastic bag of your belongings—phone and keys—against his back.

“God damn,” he whispers into your hair and his pelvis subtly presses his growing arousal into you. He murmurs, “Mmm, let’s get the fuck outta here.”

He grabs your hand and your shoes click as you walk through the sliding doors to the parking lot. As soon as the doors slide closed behind you, he drops your hand and grabs your ass. His hand spans much more of your asscheek than you're used to. The beauty of the sky at dusk overwhelms you, even with the lights from the jail.

“Let’s make it to the car,” you laugh.

He puffs out his cheeks with an exhale and gets his keys out of his pocket with his free hand. Then he points to a big truck and unlocks it.

He opens the truck door for you and his hand on your ass helps you up into the seat. Oh the simple joy of getting in a vehicle. You start to grab the seatbelt, and he tells you, “nah, hold on a sec.” When he gets in the driver’s seat he slams up the center console, slides over and you turn to face him as he reaches you.

He grabs the back of your head and pulls your face into his. His tongue parts your lips and his mouth is minty. He sucks hard and gently chews your lips as he grabs your far thigh and puts it over his lap. Then he grabs you by both hips and pulls you all the way into his lap with your help so you’re straddling him. When your crotch meets the warm steel rod in his pants, you whimper and he sighs vocally. Then your mouths connect again. You’ve been dying of thirst and he’s a tall glass of water; you just can’t get enough.

His hands run down your fishnet thighs as you grind on him and make out. He playfully plucks one of the diamonds and murmurs in such a deep voice, “Thought ya weren’t wearin’ these, hmm?” Then he attacks your neck with his mouth, and you sigh. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a Corrections Officer headed your way.

“Shit,” you say, “We should go.”

He groans.

“They're comin’, we gotta go,” you repeat and pry yourself off of him.

He takes a deep breath and his hips lift out of the seat as he adjusts himself, then scoots back over to the driver’s seat and buckles his seatbelt. You start to go back to the passenger seat and buckle yours, but he says, “get back over here.” He hands you the middle seatbelt.

—----

You tease, “we 'bout to peel outta here?”

"Buckle up, baby.”

He puts his hand behind you to back up. A whiff of his sweat under the cologne makes you want him even worse.

You awkwardly try to keep your hands to yourself. He’s the one driving, so you’ll let him initiate any distraction. "Where we headed?"

"How ‘bout we get ya some real food, ya hungry?”

“Yeah, I could eat.”

He gives a low whistle and says, “so could I, baby. can’t wait to taste ya." He looks at your legs. “Fuck.” He puts his hand on your thigh, a ring pressing into your skin. “Mmm.” His voice is so deep. “Been savin’ this just for me, huh?'' His wrist pushes your skirt out of the way as his hand slides toward your crotch. He finds your clit with ease, even while driving. He clearly knows what he’s doing and he could get you off like this in a minute or two, but he needs his hand back to make some turns.

You put your hand on his meaty thigh and ask “can I. . .”

“*can* you? Fuck yeah you can” He lifts his elbow, welcoming your hand to his lap.

You grab the bulge in his jeans and get a zap of need in your core. You slowly press your hand into his warm, hard package and feel the outline of his thick cock. You’re aching for him. You’re about to ask him to pull over when he puts on the blinker and see you’ve arrived at Waffle House.

“Here good?” He says as he pulls into a parking space.

“Hell yeah,” you answer.

He breathes a sigh of relief. “Cause if ya don’t like WaHo, we ain’t gonna work anyway.” You both unbuckle your seatbelts.

"Oh, here," you take your hand back as he reaches back behind the passenger seat, and your eyes glue to his huge bulge. He hands you a leather jacket, and says, “Just if ya want it.” It’s a little warm for it, but it’s a nice thought if you wanted to cover up. At WaHo, you don’t really care. That’s the magic of it. He reaches back behind the seat again and you glance at his earring. He returns with a target bag.

You peek into the bag. There’s a casual tank dress, flip flops, and . ..boy shorts. Your heart flutters that his dirty question led to such a wholesome gesture.

“You bought me clothes?”

“Yeah, coulda brought some’a Mabel’s but–”

“That could get weird”

“Yeah.”

—---

You walk in front of Jojo into the breezeway, then into the restaurant. No one bats an eye at how you’re dressed. You hold up the bag of clothes and ask, “Mind if I change ‘fore we eat?” A waitress behind the counter leans to the side to look around you, checks Jojo out and says, “get it, girl.”

“That’s what i’m talkin’ bout,” Jojo murmurs to you and gives her a wink.

Both the individual bathrooms are occupied. Joel stands with his back against the wall facing the bathrooms, so y’all are waiting out of view of the grill. You’re facing him. He grabs your ass with both hands, pulling you into him, massive erection straining his pants, yearning to get to you. His cock digs into your front. You kiss him and he kneads your butt cheeks as your mouths consume each other. He moans quietly into your mouth. His hard cock twitches against you.

He breaks the kiss and breathes heavily against your ear, then whispers “feel like i’m gonna die.”

A toilet flushes. The bathroom smells faintly of cleaning supplies, and it doesn’t look dirty. The illusion of cleanliness is enough to not think about it.

You wanna be right on top of him, but as he locks the door, you find yourself slowly taking a step backwards, watching him in anticipation, almost like you’re daring him to come after you and show you what he’s got. He looks at you darkly and prowls toward you, unbuckling his belt, lips parted, eyes dark like a stalking animal. You freeze. He unbuttons his jeans and walks until his hardness bumps into your thigh.

Then, at a faster pace, he walks you almost all the way to the sink, then grabs your butt to stop you. He hikes up your skirt so it's all the way over your ass. He grabs your ass with one hand and pulls you into him again. The strength of his erection through his exposed boxer briefs gives you another shock of arousal on top of your already desperate need. He pulls back his hips enough for his free hand to engulf your crotch. His thick middle finger presses down on the (very) damp spot in your leggings.

"Soaked for me, aren't ya?" The hand on your ass slides down and curls between your legs. His warm finger slips into one of the fishnet holes.

He uses both hands, one from the front and one from the back, to rip open the fishnets. “Fuck yeah,” he growls. The hand from the back returns to your asscheek, while the other hand remains between your legs. The side of his index finger meets your dripping seam. “Mmmmmm,” he slides his hand up and down for just a couple of seconds, then looks at the sink. “Think ya can sit up here?”

“mm. yeah, if you–”

He helps you onto the edge of the sink. You hold onto the sides and he immediately squats down with his head between your legs.

“Just fuck me,” you say, dying to have him inside you. Your walls are twitching as though your cunt is making a gimme gimme motion like a fist.

“i gotta taste ya," he mumbles as he spreads your thighs. “Sorry, just a sec.” He further rips the fishnets, exposing you to the cool air then sighs, “fuck,” as he reaches behind you to hold your ass. He whispers “just real quick,” his hot breath on your mound, before he plants his mouth on your cunt.

He licks at your entrance. “Mmmm,” he tongues and sucks your clit, then takes one hand off your ass to palm his boxer briefs.

You fist his hair, sighing, “Ohh God, I need that cock, baby. We got time for this later.” You’re physically aching to be filled.

He kisses your clit goodbye, then whispers, "god damn." He puts both hands on your thighs as he stands up. When he’s standing, he yanks his boxer briefs down and his naked cock bobs heavily, making you nearly drool. He’s shaved. It’s thick. Length-wise you might be able to take it. The girth will be a stretch.

He curls his fingers under your mesh crop top and you raise your arms as he discards it. “Fuck it, you’re changin’, right?” He tugs at your bra, and you take it off.

“Oh, fuck me,” he takes in the sight of your tits and can’t resist sucking a nipple into his mouth while palming the other.

You grab his cock. “Are you gonna put this in me tonight or nah?”

“God damn, you need it don’t ya?” He wraps an arm around you and you put your arms around his neck. He nudges you by the ass toward the edge.

“fuck just give it to me.”

He runs his swollen, mauve tip through your slick, then notches it at your entrance and plunges into you with a groan. You gasp as his girth spreads you apart. You can’t remember the last time you felt a stretch like this. But he pushes it right in. You’re so turned on, it works. You watch his cock disappear into you. You glance up at him to see his mouth hanging open with a sigh of relief as his tip nudges your cervix and makes you whole. He sucks in a deep breath as he retreats, then says “FUCK, that’s a nice cunt.”

His fingers dig into the plush flesh of your ass and he begins to fuck you. You pull up his shirt and it’s so tight that it stays where you leave it. He has a slutty little hip tattoo that says yeah. His lips latch onto yours as he buries his length in you again and again. It’s all sucking and biting and hot, humid breath as you moan against each other’s cheeks before your tongues are in each other’s mouths again. The bottom half of your face gets slobbery. He fucks you like he means it, grunting and moaning, “oh yeah.” Your bodies are dewy where your skin meets.

You wrap your legs around him. Your pelvis grinds against his and your orgasm is building. You tell him, “Don’t hold back”

“You want me to last?” He asks as he pumps in and out of you.

“In here?--ohhhh–time for that later”

“Oh, you already close, ain’t ya?” he speeds up and his chain bounces with the power of his motions. “Fuck yeah, baby, c’mere, c’,mon” His cock pistons into you. It’s even better than you imagined so many times in your pathetic excuse for a bed. Oh shit, will you really sleep together? The thought of it melts you. The thought of a real bed alone melts you, but with him, with this cock inches away, god this cock, it feels so, it’s so—A primal grunt comes from his chest. His heavy breathing and grinding against your clit have you on the edge ready to tip.

You whimper, “baby,” pinching your eyes shut.

He grips your ass harder and grinds his shaved pubic bone into you as he fucks you smooth and fast. He fucks like a porn star. “C’mon, jailbird.”

He buries his length in you even faster, then pleasure seizes your whole body and you come on his fat cock.

“Ohhhhh yeah, fuck yeah,” he breathes.

He thrusts into you a few more times, “fuck, baby,” then bottoms out and erupts. He sighs a long sigh as his warm release coats your insides.

“Mmmm,” you savor the pulse of his cock and you twitch with aftershocks. “Oh, god.” He hugs you and you rest your head on his chest while you both catch your breath. His chain feels massive on on your cheek.

Someone finally knocks on the door. He pulls out and helps you down off the sink.

“Someone in here,” he tells them. He pulls up his pants, then leans against the tile of the bathroom wall as he zips them up and fastens his belt while you change.

You thank him again for the clothes as you look in the mirror and turn around.

“Look good on ya. Guess I did alright.”

His face is flushed pink and his hair is a little messed up. He seems to notice you looking at his face and he pushes himself off the wall to look in the mirror. He rakes his hand through his hair, then scratches one side of his beard, turning away from the mirror.

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You sit down for a late dinner. Neither of you look at the menu. Jojo orders cherry coke and a texas cheesesteak with double hashbrowns covered, smothered, and chunked. You order your favorite meal and he compliments it. Your eyes are on his forearms and tattoos. As he brings the sandwich to his mouth. God damn, how’d this fine ass man practically fall in your lap? You feel like you owe Mabel big time.

You ask, “You really go grocery shoppin’?”

He raises his eyebrows and smiles with his mouth full, nodding. “Mmm-hmm.” After he finishes chewing he washes it down with a sip of cherry coke, then adds, “but you know what i really want.” He looks at you darkly. “So tell me it’s all you can eat, baby.”

“Just for you, Jojo. . .”

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friday nights & hot dates [kinktober 2023: slow & soft]

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Summary: A few months after he first showed up at your house to keep you company on your birthday, Conrad finally tells you how he feels. | sequel to 'you deserve better'

Pairing: James Conrad x Reader

Word Count: 6.1k [please prepare drinkies & snacks accordingly]

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, get on outta here i won't ask twice); unprotected p in v sex; language; insecure reader; the smut scene is 1.3k words long idek if i should say sorry for this… [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: simp Conrad; a touch of aftercare in the end 😳🫠

Dick-tionary (aka smut guide): smut starts at "Once he realized what you were about to do" and ends at "We're nowhere near done"

A loud chime boomed across the Monarch training field, announcing the top of the hour. The setting sun only barely blocked by the visor atop former Captain James Conrad's head and doing a piss poor job of straining his eyes as he watched on the first troop of soldiers assigned to the lab.

He'd been tasked to train the few handfuls of privates to be able to face the challenges that Skull Island would have in store for them throughout subsequent missions. They were decent enough, but to handle both navigating the hostile, monstrous terrain and serving as protective detail for the scientists on their tasks to obtain more samples and document its ecosystem, they would need to be exemplary. At the top of their game.

Especially if they are to be protecting Y/N, he thought to himself. Then again, he probably wouldn't let any of them anywhere near you. He would see to your protection personally. Make sure that there was little to no room for error when it came to your safety.

But they all had a long way to go before he decreed any of them ready for the field. And none of them would be closing the gap on their endurance or their agility within the next few minutes. The chime that rung out through the field not only signaled the top of the hour, but the end of your own work day, and he wanted to at least see you off to your ride home. Perhaps walk with you to the pick-up point.

"Alright, that's enough for today," he called out to the privates, everyone standing to attention at his word. "We'll resume on Monday morning. Get adequate rest this weekend."

He took off his training jacket and his visor, haphazardly running his hand through his short cropped hair. While he took a quick inventory of his belongings before heading off to your lab, one of the women privates approached him.

"Do you need anything, Pearson?"

She began to shuffle her stance, somewhat incapable of meeting his gaze as she spoke to him. "The other guys and I were going to check out the new Mexican place that opened up a few blocks from here. I was--I mean we were wondering if you'd like to join us?"

Pearson straightened her stance in a particular manner, jutting her chest out in a blatantly clear attempt to draw his attention to it. You're fresh out of luck, my attentions are for one woman and one woman only. And she's in the lab.

"Thank you for the invite, Pearson, but I have what you and your peers might say a…'hot date' tonight." He fought against the smile playing at the corners of his mouth at the thought of being on a proper date with you.

"Oh." She barely tried to hide the disappointment in her voice. "Okay then. Have a good weekend, Sir."

"Don't look now but he's here again," Brooks muttered from across the lab, the sound of him clacking away on his keyboard taking the briefest pause to tell you that once again, the former SAS tracker James Conrad was right outside the door. "You ever gonna share with the class how you two became a thing? 'Cause we have a bet going on in the lab about who made the first move and--"

"There's nothing to share, Brooks, because we aren't a thing," you cut him off, taking on a snippy tone while you ran the genome of the last flora sample from the set you collected in Skull Island against every recorded organism known to man so far. "We're friends, that's all. Give it time and he'll get tired of slumming it out with me and go back to haunting pool bars and nameless hookups."

"I don't know, Y/L/N…I never had a friend look at me like that."

The results from your test finally came up on the screen, confirming that the flora on the island were all, in fact, undocumented. You took a quick screenshot and placed it into your report. "Looks like we're getting funded," you announced, your half-deadpanned tone met with a mixture of excitement and fear. "Don't everyone stand up at once, I know how pumped we all are to get back to the island of death."

You finally stood up from your desk, looking outside the door and seeing Conrad outside giving you a little smile when your eyes met. You tried to ignore how your heart started doing backflips in your chest at the sight of him, keeping your expression fairly neutral as you gave him a small wave in response. Once your computer had finished shutting down, you grabbed your things and bid everyone goodbye, stopping at Brooks's desk last.

"If what you mean is looking at me like a barnacle he can't scrape off his boat, I hope you never have friends that look at you like that, my guy."

Before you stepped through the door, your fellow scientist let out a final remark. "You know, Y/N, for someone so smart, you're a bit of an idiot sometimes."

"Takes one to know one, Brooks," you shot back, stepping across the threshold and almost immediately becoming face-to-chest with the tracker that towered over you effortlessly. "Hey Conrad," you said slowly, trying your best to keep a hold of your composure. "Did you need something from us? I think I have Bryant running CMP for the guys you're training you should have the results tomo--"

"I didn't come here for the blood tests, Y/L/N," he cut you off, giving you another little smile that had your pulse thumping violently at your throat. "I erm…it's Friday." His eyebrows scrunched together in the slightest wince at his words.

"It is…" you echoed lamely, starting to tap away at your phone to get an Uber home, holding back the urge to sigh in relief seeing that your ride was only a few minutes away. "Have a good weekend, then," you tried to wave him off, pointing vaguely at the pick-up area, starting to awkwardly shuffle away from him.

He reached out and wrapped his hand around yours, stopping you before you got away too far. "Actually, I was thinking…perhaps we could go and grab a bite to eat? There's a new place that opened up just a short walk from here. Maybe we could try it out?"

As if on cue, your stomach let out an audible grumble, rudely reminding you that the last time you ate was this morning before you left your house. Before you could dwell on it any further, you canceled your Uber, giving him a tiny smile of your own. "Lead the way."

Dinner was a rather quiet affair, the two of you starting off by sharing a plate of nachos before you ordered your mains. Sometime before your entrees were served, a small group of people you recognized as the privates being trained as the Monarch Defense Team walked through the doors, the women immediately spotting Conrad and tossing a scornful dismissive look your way.

"What's wrong?"

His voice took your attention away from the group, the motion of him reaching across the table to take your hand in his causing a resounding stomp from across the restaurant followed by a barely contained "What the fuck?!"

"It's uhh…it's nothing," you waved off, trying to slowly pull your hand away so as to not elicit a stronger reaction from the group and grab his attention. "Just…thinking about work. I have to put a recommendation for another mission to the island in my report."

"We'll be better prepared this time," he reassured you, his thumb rubbing across the back of your hand in a soothing motion. "We have a better idea of what we're to face when we get there, and what not to do. And with enough time the troop that I'm training might even be field ready, so you and your team would have better protection."

Your neck twitched at the idea of the woman with the derisive eyes being tasked to protect you. Might even just throw you to the gigantic insects voluntarily. "Right…at least the team will be safe."

"And you, Y/N," he insisted, giving your hand a light squeeze. "I'll see to it myself, I promise you."

You nodded at his words, feeling your face strain at the smile you tried to give him before slipping your hand out of his and standing up. "Ladies room, I'll be back in a few."

While you were in line for the restroom, your thoughts wandered to how you could potentially word your recommendation so that maybe you didn't have to go with the rest of the team back to Skull Island. You weren't physically cut out to be in such a high-stress environment, and frankly you would be more of a liability if people had to look out for you on top of trying to survive a hostile environment.

When your turn came up in the queue, you were stopped in your tracks by someone wrapping their hand around your arm in a claw-like grasp, yanking you slightly backwards. "We need to talk, Y/L/N," a woman seethed.

You swore your blood chilled to near freezing point when you saw the woman private from Conrad's troop, her hateful eyes and vicious sneer too close for comfort.

There was something troubling you, Conrad could tell that much as he watched you in line for the restroom. Much as he usually found it adorable when you were muttering to yourself over your research, he had to fight to resist the urge to stand up and do what he could to somehow put you at ease.

He knew that you weren't all too excited that you had to return to the island, but his gut told him that it was more than just that. You seemed almost fearful when he mentioned the troop that he was training, and not in the way that told him it was simply because you doubted their ability to guarantee your safety.

Did you not realize that he would never even think to put your safety in anyone's hands other than his own? Didn't you know how valuable you were to him? Of course he would keep you safe. He'd put you in the same tent if he could just to make sure you'd never leave his sight.

The sight of a woman marching towards you as if on a war path had him leaving his seat within seconds, immediately recognizing it to be Pearson. When she stopped you from moving and he clocked the vice grip she had on you it had him seeing red. He saw the way you flinched back when she started hissing in your face, her words making every muscle in his body tense and burn with the itch to protect you from someone so obviously spiteful.

"Don't tell me you're the hot date that Captain Conrad turned me down for, this has to be the biggest crock of shit I've ever heard in my life," she spat out. Your face contorted with obvious discomfort from her talon-like hand tightening around your arm, nails undoubtedly digging into your skin.

"Listen, Private Pearson, I think there might just be a misunderstanding," you spoke softly, your tone laced with caution. "He's probably gonna go to said 'hot date' after this, I'm just his friend. We're friends…I think…"

Silly sweet girl, he thought to himself. Are you really so unaware of how I see you?

"Do you really think I'm that stupid, Y/L/N? I don't need to have a PhD in God knows what the ever loving fuck to know that you're into him. The only thing I can't figure out to save my life is what the fuck he sees in a mousey jumpy little thing like you, and where you found the goddamn audacity to steal him away the way you did."

"I'm not trying to steal anyone," you insisted, trying to wrestle your arm out of her hold. "We're just friends, Private Pearson. Anyone with a functioning brain can see that he doesn't want me like that. You want him, he's all yours, you won't hear a peep out of me."

"You better be right," she scoffed, releasing you with a slight shove, causing you to stumble backwards and fight to find your balance for a few seconds before righting yourself on your feet again. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay the fuck away from him. Preferably before you see what happens when your stupid little face gets me triggered."

Rather than give her a verbal agreement, you simply nodded your head, scurrying off into the restroom, your face looking as if it had been drained of color and your bottom lip quivering with an obvious concern for your own safety.

So this was why you were concerned over your protection detail if you had to return to the island. Of course. Who would ever feel safe if someone assigned to the team that was tasked to protect them behaved the way that Pearson was behaving now? Who was to say that it wasn't beneath her to intentionally endanger you out of sheer spite?

The private let out an arrogant huff, flipping her hair and standing up straight with a smug look on her face before making her way back to her table with the rest of the privates in her troop.

"Pearson," Conrad spoke, letting his irritation over the entire encounter lace his tone. She stopped in her tracks, turning slowly to face him with a touch of fear in her eyes. Good, you should be afraid after the way you just spoke to the woman I love.

"Cap…Captain Conrad, hi!" Her cheeks strained with the smile she tried to keep plastered on her face despite the obvious nervousness that remained in her eyes. "We're so glad you decided to join us after all, we're seated over--"

"You're dismissed. Don't bother coming in on Monday." Her face fell immediately, indignation coloring her expression. "If you cannot treat the people you're expected to defend and protect with professionalism and respect, then you're not fit to stay on this team, let alone be deployed to the island."

"Come on, all this for a shifty little nothing? This is completely unfair!" she scoffed. "You could do so much better than her--"

"Hold your damn tongue, Pearson. I won't have you disrespect her--"

"She can't even hear us!"

"But I can." He began to raise his voice, calling the attention of the other patrons in the restaurant. "That's the woman I love you're talking about. It would be wise for you to choose your next words very carefully."

All the color drained from her face and she stood up straight again, back at full attention. "I apologize, Sir. I'll have my locker cleared before the weekend's over." And then she made her way back to her table, heavy footsteps sounding throughout the whole restaurant.

As Conrad sat back in his seat waiting for you to return, he replayed his own words over and over in his mind. After all this time keeping his emotions bottled in for the sake of preserving what friendship he had with you, the words had finally formed and solidified what had been building ever since the day he met you on the way to that forsaken death island.

He loved you.

By the time you made your way back to your table, you spotted Conrad signing a receipt and placing his credit card back into his wallet.

"You know I keep a tally on how many times you've refused to let me pay, right?" you sighed, taking out your phone and once again trying to book for an Uber home. "I'm perfectly fine with and capable of splitting the bill."

"Next time."

"I also keep a tally on how many times you've said exacty that." You shuffled your feet awkwardly where you stood, avoiding looking at both him and the table that sat his trainees, including the cruel witch that was Private Pearson. "Well uhm…I should get going, it's getting late. Enjoy your weekend, Conrad."

He reached out before you took another step, placing his hand at the curve of your waist. "Walk with me back to the lab and I'll drive you home."

The sound of a fist slamming down on one of the tables made you take a step back from his hold. You didn't have to look to know who it was or what caused the outburst. "I-I really don't wanna be a bother, it's fine. Really. I can take care of myself."

You tried to step forward again, making him stand from his seat, placing a large hand on your shoulder before running down the length of your arm to lace his fingers between yours. "You could never be a bother for me, Y/L/N," he spoke softly, lightly touching your chin with his other hand. "Come on."

For the most part throughout the drive to your place, he was touching you. Whether it be holding your hand between stoplights to make you stop picking at your fingernails, or rubbing circles on your knee to stop you from fidgeting, all the while keeping his other hand steadily on the wheel.

It was hands down one of the most illegally distractingly attractive things you'd ever seen. A sight that you thought was only reserved for leading ladies in those romance books you read, definitely not something you were supposed to experience in your lifetime.

It had you fighting back the urge to pout when you saw your house start to come into view, knowing that in a few short moments it would all be over. He gave your knee a light squeeze once he'd pulled up in front of your hourse, making quick work to make his way around the front of his car to open the door for you and undo your seatbelt.

The combined scent of his woodsy citrusy cologne and something that was just uniquely him seared itself into your brain as his face was mere inches from yours. He made it even worse reaching for your hand to hold you steady while you stepped out of the car.

"Thanks, Conrad," you muttered when you got to your door, your mind spinning from the feel of him running his thumb across your knuckles. "You should uhm…probably get going. Don't wanna keep you from any other plans you might have tonight."

You felt your pulse start beating furiously at your neck when he answered you. "What plans?"

Didn't Pearson have a full blown meltdown over him talking about a hot date and then seeing you with him at dinner? What the fuck was he going on about?

"Come on, Conrad, you don't have to pretend, it's just us here. Pearson practically yanked my spine from my throat earlier at the restaurant harping on about you having plans tonight so really, I'm sure you have better things to do on a Friday night you don't have to feel like you're…I don't know, obligated? To spend time with me. And at least you'll stop looking like you're doing some weird pity charity work, too--"

"Y/N, stop." He took a step toward you, closing the distance and framed your face in his large hands. "The only plans I had for tonight were with you. Do you remember what I told you all those months ago, that first night I came here?" You only stared at him blankly, wordlessly prompting him to answer it himself. "I wanted to let you know that I'm here. For you. And I still am. I always will be."

Before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. Fleeting, but it resumed the near violent fluttering in your stomach from the contact. He gave you no time to react before he pressed his lips to yours again, wrapping his arms around you and cradling your head with his hand before pressing you against the door.

"Look at me, sweetheart," he breathed out when he broke the kiss. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat when you saw how dilated his pupils had become after that kiss. "How is it that you're so observant of everything around you and yet you fail to see what's right in front of you?"

"Conrad what--"

"How could you look at me and not see a man so desperately, so irretrievably in love?"

You swore all the air left your lungs at his words. In love? No. This couldn't be real. This was beyond simply improbable, this was impossible.

There was no way on this Earth that he felt the same.

"I can almost hear the gears in your brilliant mind turning, Y/L/N," he said softly, weaving his fingers into your hair as he proceeded to press tender kisses on your temple and the side of your face. "Invite me inside. Let me take you to your bedroom. Let me show you what you mean to me."

Before you could think about it any longer, you wordlessly slipped your key into his hand, slowly nodding your head. The only response you got from him was him latching his lips onto your neck, groaning into your skin as he lifted you off the ground with one arm, unlocking your door with the other.

He'd carried you all the way upstairs to your bedroom, constantly pressing a kiss wherever his lips could reach. When he started fumbling for the light switch, you tried to hold out your hand to stop him. "No lights," you muttered. If you wanted this to go anywhere even remotely good tonight, that would require him not running for the hills the second he got you naked.

"Without the lights, I can't see you, sweet girl," he said back teasingly, kissing along your jawline until he captured your lips, smiling into the kiss.

"Exactly," you murmured against his lips, causing him to chuckle against your skin.

"Seeing you is the best part of my day," he told you simply, flipping the switch on and bathing your bedroom in a warm white glow. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the brilliant smile he gave you once he saw your face. "There you are."

He set you down on your feet, touching the top button of your shirt with a question in his eyes, only proceeding to undo the button when you have him a slight nod. Once enough skin was exposed to him, he started to trace a line of kisses across your collarbone, running his hands down your arms to strip the shirt off from you. And then he sent your mind racing as he gave you the same treatment working both your pants and panties down your legs.

"I've dreamed of this since the island," he whispered into your skin, kissing his way back up to your lips as he reached behind you, unclasping your bra. "Lie down on the bed, my love. Let me see you."

He kept your hand in his as you lowered yourself to lie on your back, your heart thundering in your chest and your lip quivering as his eyes hungrily roamed your body. Thoughts began to swim in your head again, of how different, how much less toned nearly all parts of you were compared to him. Compared to the women he'd been with before. You tried to pull your hand away from his, to start to cover yourself.

Once he realized what you were about to do, he moved to hover over you on the bed, placing his hand in the space between your arm and your torso to block your way. "No," he said simply before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. "Don't hide yourself from me." He kissed his way down your neck to your chest, paying close attention to your breasts, holding you steady as you squirmed under him while he kissed and sucked your nipples into stiff peaks.

"Conrad…" Your voice came out faint, the air too thick to breathe while you drowned in his attentions. His lips moved down your stomach, peppering kisses along your mound before placing his hands on your inner thighs and gently parting your legs, opening yourself more to him.

You clenched around nothing watching him lick his lips before his eyes found yours, desperate whimpers coming out of you when he started kissing along your inner thighs. The ache between your legs started to grow stronger the closer his mouth got to where you craved him.

"Conrad!" Your back arched off the bed when he licked up the length of your slit and pressed a fleeting open-mouthed kiss to your clit.

"Lay back down, sweetheart." Your back immediately met the mattress again at his soft spoken order, your stomach fluttering violently again at the sight of him standing over you and pulling his shirt over his head. "You are the most breathtaking sight," he breathed out. "My love…"

"Could say the same from here," you shot back, still struggling to breathe properly under his gaze. The air was practically stuck in your throat the second his hands went to his pants, taking his time to undo his belt and pants, every muscle on his perfectly sculpted body moving and flexing as if he was trying to seduce you with such a seemingly mundane action.

As if he needed to seduce you.

The sound that came out of you was borderline inhuman the second he pushed his pants down his legs, and you'd gotten a good look at the sheer size of him. There's no way that's gonna fit, you thought nervously. "Conrad, I don't--" You huffed out a deflated sigh. "It's been an embarrassingly long while since I've--"

"It's alright, sweetheart." He quickly made his way back to his position on the bed, pressing a line of kisses along your jaw until he reached your lips, making an almost relieved sound against your lips. "We'll go slow. Please just tell me if I hurt you, that's the last thing I'd ever want."

Your eyes flew open at the feel of his length pressing against your entrance, your walls stretching just shy of the point of discomfort as you accommodated to his size. Any other thoughts and doubts in your mind took a backseat to the sound of Conrad's soft groans as he inched his way into you.

You'd never felt this unbelievably full.

He moaned your name in your ear. "Like you were made for me." He pressed his lips to your temple, the gesture somewhat calming your erratically beating heart. "I'll keep going now."

"Wait Conrad you what--Oh!" You felt a thrill at the back of your head once he pushed even further in, more arousal rushing and slickening your inner walls clenching around him as if pulling him deeper into you. All you could utter over the overwhelming pleasure he was subjecting you to was a faint whimper of his name.

"I love you, Y/N," he sighed in contentment, his warm exhale hitting your already heated skin before he resumed kissing along the side of your face.

"Don't say that," you blurted out. "You don't have to--"

"I want to," he cut you off, moving his head to capture your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue licking at your bottom lip. "I've wanted to tell you for so long please don't tell me to stop. I can't--"

"No one's ever said it. Not to me. I'm not--I've never been--"

Your words stilled him. He rested his forehead on yours, the tip of his nose brushing against your own. "All the more reason for me to tell you." He muffled your moan with a kiss when he inched in even more. "I love you." He kissed up your neck, gently capturing your earlobe between his teeth before kissing the same spot. "I'll say it so often everyone around us will be sick of hearing me say the words."

"Conrad…" you cried out when he finally bottomed out, your hips flush together. "Please--"

"I love you." He started moving his hips in slow grinding circles, repeating the words every time he fully entered you.

The words were lodged stubbornly in the back of your throat; all you could utter was his name while your body trembled trying to raise your hips to meet his thrusts. Meanwhile a vicious voice in the back of your mind questioned if this was even real, refusing to accept any reality where a guy like James Conrad actually genuinely fell in love with you.

You lived by the saying that if something sounded too good to be true, then it probably was. And this…this sounded like a chick lit romance novel where the devastatingly handsome decommissioned soldier fell for the nerdy scientist that most days couldn't even bother to check if her hair looked alright from the back.

This was definitely too good to be true. And all you could do now was allow yourself the fleeting opportunity to lose yourself in the pleasure he was more than capable of and seemed quite willing to give you.

And brace yourself for the moment he pulled away. The moment he finally realized that yes. Yes he could do better, actually.

Before you could dwell on it any further, he pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts when his fingers made contact with the throbbing bundle of nerves above your entrance, rubbing at the spot with the same languid pace of his thrusts.

"You feel divine, my love," he moaned in your ear, pressing his lips to a spot behind it that sent your mind reeling, the tension tightening in your stomach even further. "Come for me, Y/N." He upped his pressure on your clit, still keeping the pace with his slow, deep thrusts.

The coiling tension finally snapped when he started sucking at your skin, your walls convulsing around him while your body shook under him, your hold on his shoulder blade weakening until you finally let go, arm landing on the mattress with a soft thud. He stilled his movement inside you, capturing your lips in a tender kiss while you came down from your high.

"I love you," he kept whispering between kisses. The words had you feeling the traitorous tears prickling in the back of your eyes, every part of you filled with the overpowering urge to say them back. Tell him that you felt the same.

Instead you wanted to slap yourself for the question that slipped from your mouth. "Wait what about you?"

The smirk he gave you in response had thrills shooting throughout your body, feeling the faintest tinge of embarrassment in the back of your mind when you felt your pussy clenching around him at the sight. His mouth stretched into a devilish grin as he thrusted into you in return, his eyes filled with an obvious mix of sexual and romantic intent.

"Don't you worry about me, sweetheart," he rasped, starting to slowly grind his hips again. "We're nowhere near done."

He's not coming back. He left the bedroom and give it time, you're gonna hear him leave the house.

You were being irrational, and most of your mind recognized your thoughts for what they were: absolutely batshit crazy and dead wrong. For one, Conrad left the room without a stick of clothing covering him, telling you he was going to get water. He didn't know how to navigate most of your house so it would reasonably take him a few minutes to actually go get it and come back up.

That didn't stop you from making your way to the head of the bed, and crawling under the covers, drawing your knees to your chest as if you were bracing yourself for emotional impact. You caught a glimpse of your reflection on the full-length mirror, instinctively bringing your hand up to your hair to start working at the knots and tangles that developed over the last few hours.

Conrad came back to the room at that moment, holding a water bottle and two cups, giving you a soft smile as he looked on at all the effects from your lovemaking. "You look like an angel…perched on a cloud." He handed you your cup before pouring one for himself, raising an eyebrow at you when you remained sitting motionless and staring at him blankly. "What is it, sweetheart?"

"I just--I thought you were just gonna get for--"

"Myself?" You nodded at him once he finished for you, making him click his tongue in disappointment, realizing what kind of experiences you'd had before. "You're making it too easy for me to spoil you. I could never be so selfish." He briefly touched his glass to yours, the clinking sound filling the room before you both downed your drinks.

Even while he climbed back onto the bed, situating himself beside you and pulling you into his arms, your irrational thoughts that he'll redress himself in a few minutes time and leave plagued your mind.

"You're looking at me like you expect me to disappear," he murmured, lightly tracing along the lines of your face with his fingertips. "What's wrong, Y/N?"

Come on, you stupid little scaredy cat just tell him. Three words. Three monosyllabic words so simple a kid can say them. Just say it.

"You're still here," you blurted out, immediately wanting to swallow your tongue when his face dropped.

Wrong three words, you fucking idiot.

"Do you want me to leave?" His words came out strained, as if it physically hurt him to say them.

"No, I don't. It's just…I expect it. And if I can be honest I'm still kind of…waiting."

"Waiting for what?"

You pursed your lips, a part of you already feeling silly for the words about to come out your mouth. "Post-coital clarity?"

He let out a slow sigh, his hold tightening around you while he cupped your face with his free hand, stroking along your cheekbone with his thumb. "And what in the world is that?"

"It's this--Honestly it's silly, really--"

"It doesn't seem silly to you." He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips, pulling you closer when you melted against him at the gesture. "So it's not silly to me. Tell me what it is."

You took a deep breath, your fingers absentmindedly tracing along the lines on his abdomen while you explained. "It's this phenomena that…once you've slept with someone, the attraction goes away. Your mind's more clear, you're no longer overpowered by this attraction and you realize that the person you just had sex with isn't as appealing as they were before you got together."

It took him a few seconds before he spoke again, maneuvering you so that you were now on top of him, straddling his stomach, his hands skimming up and down your sides.

"Why is it so hard for you to accept that I love you?"

The question seemed so ridiculous to you. "Because nobody ever has. Nobody does--"

"You're wrong," he cut you off, pulling you close until your chests were pressed together. "I know it might not happen often but it's happening now. You're wrong, and I'm living proof of it. Because I'm here. I'm here and I love you. The only clarity that came to me is that I want more than anything for us to become more. For what we shared tonight be more than a one-time thing."

He wrapped his arms tighter around you, pulling you into a tender kiss that had your heart fluttering when he licked into your mouth, his tongue gliding against yours. "I'm no good with words," you said breathlessly when he broke the kiss, his chest heaving against yours. "I've never been able to say how I feel, I can't--"

"Shh it's alright, sweetheart," he breathed, holding you by the back of your neck to rest your forehead against his. "You don't need those fancy words you use in your report. It's just us here. Whatever you wish to tell me, in the plainest words--"

"I love you, too."

A/N: I've finally finished this mega chonker of a piece! And I've given 'you deserve better' Conrad his happy ending with his precious bb 🥹🥹

Next up is the final story in the Kinktober 2023 initial goal: Fingering with President Loki 😳👀 And lemme just tell y'all now…it's gonna be at least 2k words long because I haven't even gotten to the smutting yet 🥴

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rainylana · 7 months ago

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Eddie x farmers daughter!reader

eddie munson x female reader

summary: introductory head canons about when eddie met the farmers daughter. let me know if you want more. very fluffy! also does that not look like his van in the picture?!?!

• he saw you one morning on his way to school, the big moving van parked outside the large, boarded up home. he had stopped, shielding his eyes from the sun as he observed the scene. he saw you then, in a long yellow summer dress, hair in a long ponytail as you helped your family carry in boxes, brown cowboy boots on your bare legs as you trampled through the soft mud. he fought the urge to go and talk to you.

• he’d asked his friends first if they knew anything about a knew student, getting to know anything he could about you. it was strange, the sudden interest of hawkins new family, but he constantly found himself looking around the area he was in for a familiar face.

• you showed up to school three days later, your boyish outfit catching the attention of some of the popular, cliché group of students. A pair of jeans and a flannel, heavy boots and your hair tousled back into two long braids, cheeks freckled with little brown and tan spots.

• eddie had smoothed back has hair, glancing at the mirror he kept in his locker, ignoring the way his friends made fun of him, before going over to make his move. he sweet talked you very welcomingly, convincing you to sit by him during lunch so he good get to know you.

• he found out you came from a family of farmers. explains the outfit, he had thought. your dad had wanted a fresh start and a new crop, and heard that indiana was a great place to plant wheat and corn. your mother had a greenhouse, or hoped to have one within the next few months. it would be a lot of work, you had told him, so you wouldn’t have much time to socialize much, after he had asked you to attend his hellfire event after school, slapping mike on the shoulder when he whined.

• there was something about you that drew him in. maybe it was the fact you were beautiful. the way your skin was sun kissed from being outside so much or the way your voice had a southern twang to it. maybe it was the way you kicked out your boots and flipped your braids. but you sat with him everyday for the next two days before he was offering his services at your home, hoping you’d need some help moving in.

• he was over that saturday, nervous and anxious to see you outside of school. he loved the way you looked in sun dresses, especially with your boots on, bare legs and let down hair. He was growing to be in love with your boots.

• your father was the a typical farmer. overalls, straw hat and piece of wheat twirling about between his teeth. he shook the munson boys hand, eyeing his metal chains and jewelry before laughing to himself briefly, thanking him for being a helpful neighbor and welcoming his daughter to school. he’d gone red faced and nodded.

• then he met your mother. a beautiful woman who’s beauty you had been passed down. you were almost the spitting image of your. while you had your dad’s hair, you had her face and height. she had fixed the both of you lunch after helping unpack the living room boxes, sandwiches and lemonade. he had three sandwiches and four glasses to drink.

• your siblings were young children. 10, 6 and 2. The last one being a happy accident. He didn’t talk to them much. He didn’t know how to go about talking to children, nor did he really want to. All he really cared about was getting to know you.

• he asked you question after question getting to know you, where you came from, what your interests were, when he was going to see you next.

• he thought of you the entire weekend until he saw you monday, smiling like a goof at lunch when you sat down beside him. you brought him a tin of cookies your mom had baked for him. he wouldn’t share them with the rest of the table.

• he spent almost every day with you after that, helping you move in, helping your dad outside in the field, which he did not flourish at, but he did it to impress you. you had made the comment one day, “sometimes i think he works too hard. i worry about him out there.”

• after hearing that, the next day he showed up in blue jeans, white adidas and a ripped, white tee shirt, ready to get his hands dirty. he didn’t know what to do, but your dad showed him and guided him through towing the soil for a proper crop.

• pretty soon you were attending hellfire, spending time up in your room together working on homework. you worked on homework, he just sat and watched you, occasionally copying down an answer. you went to the movies together, the local carnival.

• one night he was kissing you gently, your body pressed against his van, faces hot and sweaty from the summer sun. “be my girlfriend?” he husked between kisses. you politely accepted, smiling into his mouth.

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acute-crashout-jeyuso · 1 month ago

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Possession: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley x Jimmy Uso fanfic.

Chapter 2: New Gear

The morning sun spilled into the hotel room, casting a warm glow that mingled with the soft sounds of the bustling city that is Houston below. Jimmy sat on the balcony, an iPad perched on his lap, surrounded by the gentle breeze that rushed through his body. His fingers danced across the screen as he sketched out designs, a mix of excitement and uncertainty swirling within him.

He sipped his coffee, the rich aroma grounding him as he looked out at the horizon, deep in thought. Rhea was still sleeping inside, her peaceful face oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions that had gripped them both since Jey’s injury. Jimmy wanted to lift her spirits, to help her find a new identity in the ring that was distinctly her own. But each doodle he created felt lackluster, like shadows of what could be.

Then, an idea sparked. He switched apps and began pulling pictures from Google, gathering inspiration and crafting a vision that merged their styles. His creativity was a gift he shared with Rhea, and he wanted to make something special for her—a reflection of her strength and individuality.

Once he finished, he couldn’t help but smile at the design. It was bold, vibrant, and a perfect blend of their personas. He made his way back inside, a sense of purpose driving him as he approached Rhea, still lost in slumber.

“Hey, Rhea,” he whispered, gently nudging her shoulder. She stirred, a frown crossing her features as she opened her eyes, still wrapped in dreams.

“Wha—?” she murmured, clearly annoyed at being woken up.

“I have an idea!” Jimmy exclaimed, a hint of excitement in his voice. He held out the iPad, showing her the designs.

Rhea blinked at the screen, her expression shifting from grogginess to curiosity. “What’s this?”

Jimmy leaned closer, his enthusiasm bubbling over. “I know you’re still sad about Jey not being here, and I’m not trying to replace him, but I thought we should separate ourselves a bit. I don’t want to live in his shadow or anything, you know? I think changing our gear could be a good step.”

Rhea studied the iPad intently, her interest piqued. Jimmy continued, pointing out the details. “So, I have a ton of leftover Uso Penitentiary bandanas. What I’m thinking is I can sew these bandanas into a crop top for you. Then, for this mini skirt, I could add more bandanas to give you some coverage. You can wear one over your mouth, and I’ll wear mine too. Then add some red fishnets and your wrestling boots. I even thought about these harnesses—one for your chest and one for your leg right here.”

As she absorbed his words, Rhea’s surprise began to morph into excitement. The red color scheme was a stark departure from the blue and black she had worn with Jey, a change that felt empowering. “I actually really like this,” she admitted, a smile breaking through the remnants of sleep. “It’s different and really unique.”

Jimmy grinned, the weight of uncertainty lifting. “I knew you’d like it. We can make this our thing. Let’s show the world what we can do as a team.”

Rhea’s eyes sparkled with newfound determination.

“How many bandanas you have in your suitcase?”

With that, the two of them sat together, pouring over the designs and making plans. The morning sun was brighter than before, illuminating a fresh path for both of them, one where they could embrace their identities while honoring the bond they shared with Jey.

As they sketched and laughed, the shadows of doubt began to fade, replaced by the vibrant colors of their future—together in the ring, ready to conquer whatever lay ahead.

The hours slipped by in a comfortable rhythm, the low hum of the portable sewing machine and their shared laughter filling the hotel room as Rhea and Jimmy worked on their new ring gear. They had only left once, a brief outing to a nearby fabric store, where they gathered the materials they needed for Monday’s debut of their fresh look. Now, surrounded by scraps of bandanas and threads, they were fully engrossed in bringing their vision to life.

Jimmy was focused on the mini skirt, meticulously sewing the bandana patches to ensure everything was just right. Meanwhile, Rhea sat across from him, threading pieces of the bandanas into his pants, occasionally pausing to check the design with a critical eye. They worked in tandem, an unspoken connection growing between them as they shared in the creative process.

Jimmy couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride each time he looked up and saw Rhea immersed in his design. He’d half-expected her to brush off the idea or make a few changes, but instead, she had embraced it completely. Her confidence in his vision stirred something deep inside him, a mix of satisfaction and something… more.

“Hey, can you try this on?” Jimmy asked, handing her the mini skirt he’d been working on.

Rhea raised a brow but shrugged, taking the skirt from him and standing to slip it on. As she adjusted the waistband, Jimmy couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on her, his eyes tracing the smooth line of her legs, the way her skin seemed to glow even under the dim hotel lighting. Every glimpse of her bare skin sent a jolt through him, stirring feelings he hadn’t anticipated.

He tried to focus on the work, to keep his attention on the details of the gear, but each time she moved, each time she laughed or offered him a small smile, he felt his resolve slipping. It was more than just physical attraction. With each shared glance, with every laugh they exchanged, he found himself seeing her differently, as if a veil had been lifted.

Rhea caught him staring a few times, but she only grinned, a teasing glint in her eye. She was used to people looking at her, admiring her strength and beauty, but with Jimmy, it felt different—more intimate. There was a softness to the way he watched her, a quiet longing that she was beginning to recognize.

Jimmy shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. She was his brother’s girlfriend. This was Rhea—his friend, his tag team partner. But even as he reminded himself of this, his feelings continued to shift, defying reason. In his mind, Rhea was no longer just Jey’s girlfriend. The way she fit beside him, the way she shared in his ideas and embraced his creativity—it felt like something more.

He found himself craving her closeness, yearning for her in a way that made him ache inside. The thought of her being with Jey had once felt natural, a part of their family dynamic. But now, all he could think of was what it would feel like if she were his—if he could call her his own.

As Rhea finished adjusting the skirt, she spun around, catching Jimmy’s eye. “What do you think? Do I look fierce or what?”

Jimmy’s heart thudded in his chest as he forced himself to play it cool, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You look like a badass,” he said, keeping his tone light. But his gaze lingered a moment too long, the weight of his thoughts hanging unspoken between them.

Rhea held his gaze, her own smile softening as if sensing the shift. There was an intensity in the air, a silent understanding that neither dared to speak aloud. She could feel the heat of his stare, the way his eyes traced her with something deeper than just admiration.

“Alright, alright, back to work,” she said, breaking the tension with a laugh, though a faint blush colored her cheeks. She turned her focus back to the gear, but her thoughts were no longer on the fabric in her hands.

As the afternoon faded into evening, Jimmy wrestled with his feelings, torn between loyalty to his brother and the growing desire that threatened to consume him. The lines were blurring, and he wasn’t sure where friendship ended and something more began.

One thing was clear—whatever this was, it was starting to become more than just a partnership. One person oblivious and one person aching.

The energy between them had shifted throughout the day, unspoken but undeniable, lingering in the air as they sewed and crafted in comfortable silence.

Suddenly, Rhea’s phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at the screen, and Jimmy caught a quick glimpse of the name flashing across it—Jey. A flicker of guilt shot through him, his heart tightening as he looked away, trying to mask the emotions churning inside.

“I’ll be right back,” Rhea murmured, picking up her phone and stepping out onto the balcony to take the call in private. She slid the glass door shut behind her, leaving Jimmy alone in the room.

The moment she was gone, an anxious curiosity gnawed at him. He knew he shouldn’t listen, that it wasn’t his place, but he couldn’t help himself. He leaned back in his chair, straining his ears, catching only faint murmurs through the glass.

Outside, Rhea’s voice was low, soothing, as if she were trying to reassure Jey. “Don’t worry about me,” she was saying, her tone soft but firm. “I’m holding it together, I promise. Jimmy’s been a big help—he’s really got my back.”

The mention of his name made Jimmy’s heart race, a conflicting mix of pride and guilt swelling within him. He knew he was helping Rhea through a difficult time, but he also knew his feelings were no longer simple. His growing affection for her had started to eclipse his loyalty to Jey, and that realization felt both thrilling and terrifying.

Through the glass, Rhea continued to speak, her words softened by the muffled barrier, but the tenderness in her tone was unmistakable. She cared about Jey deeply; that much was clear. And as much as it hurt to listen, Jimmy knew that she was still tethered to his brother in a way he couldn’t touch.

After a few more moments, the call ended. Rhea took a deep breath, collecting herself before stepping back into the room. She caught Jimmy’s gaze, and he quickly looked away, trying to feign indifference, but she saw right through him.

“Jey sends his regards,” she said, offering a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She looked tired, a mixture of emotions clouding her expression, though she tried to hide it.

“Good,” Jimmy replied, forcing a casual tone. He wanted to ask more, to pry into the details of the call, but he bit his tongue, knowing it wasn’t his place.

There was a beat of silence, a weight hanging between them as they stood there, each lost in their own thoughts. Jimmy could sense Rhea’s inner struggle, the loyalty she felt toward Jey clashing with the connection they were beginning to forge. It was a silent, shared understanding—one neither of them dared to voice.

“Want to get back to work?” Rhea finally asked, breaking the silence with a hesitant smile.

“Yeah,” Jimmy replied, his voice softer than usual. “Let’s finish this up.”

As the night settled around them, Jimmy and Rhea were making the final touches to their new gear. The atmosphere was quieter now, a little more intense, each of them immersed in their own thoughts. The only sounds filling the room were the soft clicks of the sewing machine and the occasional rustling of fabric.

Jimmy’s phone buzzed, pulling him out of his concentration. He glanced down, his heart skipping a beat when he saw Jey’s name light up on the screen. It was strange, reading his brother’s name. A wave of emotions hit him—guilt, possessiveness, and something darker that he couldn’t quite put into words.

He unlocked his phone and read the message.

Jey: Hey. Just checking in. How’s everything going with Rhea? She’s not giving you too much trouble, is she?

Jimmy’s jaw tightened slightly, the familiar warmth of brotherly love mixing with a gnawing resentment. He forced himself to respond as normally as he could.

Jimmy: Nah, she’s good, Uce. We’re just working on some gear, trying to stay busy for Monday.

He hit send, taking a quick glance at Rhea, who was busy stitching a piece of fabric and seemingly lost in thought. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, debating whether to say more. The possessiveness he felt over her had only grown stronger since she’d taken Jey’s call earlier. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Rhea belonged with him instead of his twin.

A reply came in from Jey.

Jey: Thanks for looking out for her, Jon.. I know she’s been worried about me. She tries to hide it, but I can tell every time we talk. I feel bad leaving her by herself to handle everything… just wish I could be there, you know?

Jimmy’s grip on his phone tightened as he read the words, feeling the twist of jealousy coil tighter in his chest. He wanted to be the one Rhea worried about, the one she’d miss when he wasn’t around. He took a slow breath, controlling the mask of casual indifference he wore so well, the feelings hidden beneath his easy-going facade.

Jimmy: Don’t worry, Uce. I got her. She’s in good hands.

The vibration of another message broke his thoughts.

Jey: You’re the best, man. I don’t know what I’d do without you right now. Just… keep an eye on her, yeah? She can be stubborn as hell when it comes to hiding her own pain. I’m worried she’s not letting herself really process all this, y’know?

Jimmy swallowed, feeling the weight of Jey’s trust pressing down on him, but the protectiveness he felt over Rhea only intensified. He took a second before responding.

Jimmy: Of course, bro. I’ll make sure she’s alright. You just focus on getting better. We got this.

As he slipped his phone back into his pocket, he felt Rhea’s gaze on him. She arched a brow, curious. “Who was that?” she asked, her tone casual but with an edge of curiosity.

Jimmy’s mask of indifference slipped into place effortlessly. “Just one of the guys,” he said smoothly, flashing her a quick grin to dispel any suspicion. “You know, just wrestling stuff.”

“Oh, really?” she asked, seemingly amused but unconvinced. “You’re not gossiping about me, are you?”

Jimmy laughed, the sound coming out easy and natural. “Come on, now. You know me better than that.” He shrugged, keeping the mask firmly in place. “Just talking about Monday. Everyone’s excited to see the new gear.”

Satisfied, Rhea returned to her work, though a faint smile lingered on her lips. She hadn’t noticed the depth of Jimmy’s gaze, the intensity he hid behind that casual mask. But Jimmy knew that he was walking a fine line—between loyalty to his brother and the growing desire to make Rhea his own.

As he watched her, his mind drifted to the text exchange with Jey. The guilt twisted within him, a bitter reminder of the lines he was dangerously close to crossing. But then his eyes fell on Rhea, and the possessiveness surged again, stronger than before. He didn’t want to just be her tag partner or her friend. He wanted to be the one she called her own.

And deep down, he knew he was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen, even if it meant betraying the one person who trusted him most.

“Let’s stop right here, we have to get up early to drive to Corpus tomorrow..”

—

November 18th, 2024 7:38 PM

The crowd in the American Bank Center buzzed with anticipation as the lights dimmed and the opening notes of Jimmy Uso’s entrance music resonated throughout the arena.

Michael Cole: “Welcome to Monday Night Raw! We are live in Corpus Christi, Texas, and tonight we have an action-packed show ahead! Kicking things off is none other than Jimmy Uso!”

Pat McAfee: “Oh, you know the energy is about to explode, Cole! Jimmy has been on a roll lately, and with his new partner Rhea Ripley by his side, anything can happen!”

Jimmy made his way to the stage, exuding confidence and charisma as he high-fived fans along the ramp. The crowd cheered enthusiastically, chanting “Uso! Uso!” as he flexed and danced to the rhythm of his entrance music.

Michael Cole: “Jimmy Uso is looking ready for action! This is a new chapter for him, especially with his brother Jey sidelined. Let’s see how he handles things tonight.”

As Jimmy reached the bottom of the ramp, the arena erupted into thunderous applause as Rhea Ripley’s music hit.

Pat McAfee: “And here comes Rhea Ripley! Listen to this crowd! What a way to make an entrance!”

Rhea burst onto the stage, radiating confidence in her striking new gear. She didn’t hesitate for a moment; she ran towards Jimmy and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Michael Cole: “What a display of chemistry between these two! Rhea is fearless!”

Jimmy caught her effortlessly and pulled down her bandana, revealing her fierce black and red makeup look. He grinned as Rhea leaned her head back, sticking her tongue out playfully, embodying her character with every move. The crowd surprisingly ate every single move up.

Pat McAfee: “Look at that! Rhea’s makeup and gear are absolutely phenomenal! She’s clearly stepping out from the shadow of her ex Jey Uso and making a name for herself alongside Jimmy!”

Michael Cole: “Now wait a minute Pat, they haven’t broke up!”

Pat McAfee: “Well it is heavily implied Cole with that bandana mini skirt she has on!”

After a moment, Jimmy set her down gently. The two shared a smile before making their way over to the commentary table, joining Michael Cole and Pat McAfee.

Michael Cole: “Jimmy and Rhea are here at the announce desk! This is a unique pairing, and they’ve definitely created a new style with their gear. A bold departure from what we’ve seen with Jey and Rhea!”

Pat McAfee: “It’s a total upgrade! I mean, Rhea’s red fishnets and harnesses really make her stand out, and Jimmy looks like a million bucks! This is a complete rebranding for both of them!”

As they settled in, the crowd continued to cheer. Jimmy leaned back in his chair, a proud smile on his face while Rhea adjusted her bandana, clearly enjoying the attention.

Michael Cole: “Fans, we’re gearing up for the semi-finals of the Mixed Gender Tag Team Tournament! It’s Maxine Dupri and Otis taking on Zelina Vega and Dragon Lee. The winner of this match will face Jimmy and Rhea at Survivor Series! Rhea .. care to entertain the WWE Universe on your thoughts?”

Rhea Ripley: “It’s going to be an incredible match. We’re ready for whoever wins! Jimmy and I have been training hard, and we’re excited to show everyone what we can do together.”

Pat McAfee: “Hell yeah! This is a different kind of power couple! I love the intensity and the fire you both bring. Who wouldn’t want to see that at Survivor Series?”

As the match was about to begin, Jimmy and Rhea exchanged confident glances, their determination clear. The atmosphere in the arena was electric, and the anticipation for their upcoming showdown only intensified.

Michael Cole: “Let’s get to the action! It’s going to be a night to remember here on Monday Night Raw!”

With that, the camera shifted to the ring, and the excitement in the arena reached a fever pitch as the semi-finals match kicked off, setting the stage for what was sure to be an unforgettable night.

The match between Maxine Dupri & Otis and Zelina Vega & Dragon Lee was intense, with both teams pulling out all the stops. The crowd was on their feet, and Michael Cole and Pat McAfee kept the energy high as they commented on each back-and-forth exchange. Finally, Dragon Lee delivered a stunning high-flying maneuver, pinning Otis for the three-count, securing the victory for his team.

Michael Cole: “And there it is! Dragon Lee and Zelina Vega are heading to Survivor Series to face Jimmy Uso and Rhea Ripley in the finals!”

Pat McAfee: “Oh, man! This is going to be huge! But wait… looks like Zelina’s got something to say!”

As Dragon Lee celebrated with his arms raised, Zelina Vega pointed directly at the commentary table and confidently made her way down, her eyes locked on Rhea. She strutted over with a smirk, grabbing a microphone as she approached the table.

Zelina Vega: “So, Rhea, you think you’re ready for Survivor Series? Think again. I’m coming for you, and there’s nothing you or your new little boyfriend here can do to stop me!”

Rhea immediately stood up, her eyes flashing with fury as, Michael Cole quickly passed a mic of her own, leaning forward as she sneered at Zelina.

Rhea Ripley: “Oh, I’m ready for you, Zelina. In fact, I’m more than ready. You’re all talk and no fight. At Survivor Series, I’m going to put you down so hard you won’t know what hit you.”

Zelina chuckled sarcastically and shrugged. “Is that so?” Then, without warning, she reached forward and smacked Rhea across the face. The audience gasped, and then erupted as Rhea’s expression shifted from shock to pure rage.

Michael Cole: “Oh! Did you see that?! Zelina Vega just slapped Rhea Ripley! She’s crossed the line!”

Pat McAfee: “This is about to explode, Cole! These two women are ready to tear each other apart!”

Rhea lunged forward, jumping over the commentary table, as she went for Zelina. The two women clashed, sending the fans into a frenzy as they grappled, pulling at each other’s hair and trading blows. Security started to move in, but the crowd was fully invested in the impromptu Survivor Series preview unfolding before their eyes.

Michael Cole: “This is chaos! This is a taste of what we’re going to see at Survivor Series, folks! Rhea Ripley and Zelina Vega can’t wait to get their hands on each other!”

Jimmy quickly intervened, wrapping his arms around Rhea from behind and trying to pull her back. She struggled in his grasp, still shouting threats and insults at Zelina as she reached out, desperate to get one last hit in. Jimmy leaned down, speaking quietly into her ear, and after a few moments, she seemed to calm down, her attention diverted back to him.

Pat McAfee: “I don’t know, Cole, I think Jimmy might be the only one who can calm Rhea down right now. He’s got her pulled back, but did you see the look on his face? I think there might be more to this partnership than meets the eye!”

Michael Cole: “The chemistry between these two has been undeniable, and the way he’s calming her down… it’s got the fans talking, that’s for sure!”

Rhea continued to hurl insults at Zelina as Jimmy pulled her back toward the ramp, keeping a firm hold on her as they made their way up. Rhea’s eyes were still locked on Zelina, her voice carrying over the roaring crowd as she promised to finish what they started at Survivor Series.

Rhea Ripley: “You better be ready, Zelina, because at Survivor Series, I’m going to end you!”

Jimmy held her close, his grip protective as he walked her up the ramp, occasionally whispering to her to keep her focused on him. Rhea’s intensity softened just slightly as she turned her attention to Jimmy, but she never stopped looking back, still yelling at Zelina until they disappeared behind the curtain.

Michael Cole: “If this is any indication of what we’re going to see at Survivor Series, then we’re in for an explosive match! Rhea Ripley and Jimmy Uso have fire and chemistry that’s undeniable.”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I think Jimmy’s starting to get attached! Did you see the way he held her back? That wasn’t just a partner looking out for another; there’s something more there, and I think Rhea feels it too!”

Michael Cole: “Ladies and gentlemen, Survivor Series is shaping up to be one of the most exciting events of the year! Jimmy Uso and Rhea Ripley versus Zelina Vega and Dragon Lee… this rivalry just got personal, and I don’t think any of them are ready to back down.”

The fans continued to chant and cheer, still buzzing from the impromptu showdown, eagerly awaiting what would unfold between these teams at Survivor Series. The tension and growing connections between the competitors promised an unforgettable clash.

—

Rhea and Jimmy walked backstage, still riding the high from their intense encounter with Zelina. Jimmy kept his arm casually draped over Rhea’s shoulder, a small smirk on his face, clearly pleased with how the night had gone so far. Rhea, though still simmering with adrenaline, let herself lean into his hold for a brief moment as they walked.

As they rounded a corner, they found Hunter waiting for them, looking excited.

“Well, if it isn’t my two new stars,” Hunter greeted them, clapping his hands. “Did you hear that pop out there? The crowd loves you two together.”

Rhea gave a polite nod, still trying to cool down from the earlier clash. “Thanks, Hunter. What’s up?”

Hunter’s grin grew. “We’re making some storyline adjustments. Don’t worry—you’re still winning the Mixed Gender Tag Titles at Survivor Series, but we’re adding a new layer to it.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow. “What kind of layer?”

“A romantic angle,” Hunter explained. “We’re going to start building that chemistry between you two, teasing that there might be something more than just partnership. The crowd is eating it up already, and we think it’ll drive engagement through the roof.”

Rhea’s face tightened at the mention of a romantic angle, clearly uncomfortable. She had only recently begun adjusting to being paired with Jimmy after Jey’s injury, and this new twist made her stomach turn. She stole a quick glance at Jimmy, who looked more amused than anything, unfazed by the direction.

Seeing her hesitation, Hunter continued, “I’ve already spoken to Jey about it, and he’s totally behind it. He said he trusts both of you to keep things professional. Besides, it’s all just storyline. We’re not asking for anything real.”

But Rhea’s discomfort didn’t dissipate. She shot Hunter a tight-lipped smile before excusing herself. “I… I need a moment.”

Jimmy watched her walk away, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes. “I’ll talk to her,” he said to Hunter, giving a nod before following in the direction she had gone.

Rhea reached her locker room, slipping inside and locking the door behind her. She took a deep breath, her mind racing as she pulled out her phone. She needed to talk to Jey, to hear his voice and understand how he could be okay with this storyline.

Rhea held her breath as the line rang, each ring amplifying the unease sitting heavy in her chest. Finally, Jey picked up, his voice warm but tinged with fatigue.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted softly.

“Hey,” Rhea replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “I… I just talked to Hunter. He said he spoke to you about this new angle.”

There was a slight pause on the other end. Jey let out a slow sigh. “Yeah, he did. Look, I won’t lie, it makes me uncomfortable too. I don’t love the idea of you and Jimmy… you know, pretending to be more than partners. But Hunter mentioned the money we’d get from this. He said the merch sales would spike with this angle, and there’s a bonus if we can really pull it off.”

Rhea pressed her lips together, feeling her chest tighten. “I don’t care about the money, Jey,” she said, barely above a whisper.

“But, Rhea, it’s good money,” he reasoned gently. “Money we can add to our savings.”

She swallowed hard. Their savings. The one they’d been building together, for awhile now. That fund wasn’t just for any future—they’d built it for their future. They had dreams of her stepping back, of leaving the chaos of the wrestling world behind so they could start a family, live a quieter life. She’d always imagined those savings as a safety net that would let her retire early, be home, and maybe… start planning for the kids they both wanted.

“This… this is for us, Rhea,” Jey added, his voice a little softer now, as if he sensed the turmoil she was going through. “I know it’s asking a lot, and I know you’re not comfortable with this, but just think about it. It’s a storyline. It’s not real.”

She closed her eyes, her grip on the phone tightening. “It might not be real, but it feels… wrong.”

“Listen,” he continued, and she could hear the struggle in his voice too. “I trust you. And I trust my brother. We’re strong enough to get through this, and if this is what it takes for us to make something lasting from all this work, I’m willing to take that risk. But… if you’re not okay with it, we’ll find another way.”

Rhea’s eyes began to sting as she thought about it. She wanted to say no, to put her foot down and refuse, but the weight of their future hung between them. She took a shaky breath.

“If this is what it takes,” she said finally, her voice barely a whisper, “then… I’ll try. But only because it’s for us, Jey.”

“Thank you, babe. I know it’s hard. And I promise you, once this is all over, it’ll just be you and me,” Jey reassured her, his voice as steady as he could manage.

Rhea nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. “Just… promise me you’ll stay with me through this. I need to know you’re here.”

“Always,” he replied without hesitation. “We’re in this together. No matter what.”

She took a shaky breath, feeling both reassured and apprehensive. “Okay,” she whispered. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Rhea,” he said. “Just take it one day at a time, alright? We’ll get through this.”

They lingered on the line for a moment longer before Rhea finally ended the call. As she put her phone down, the room felt heavier, her resolve wavering. She knew she had to face whatever was coming, but a part of her couldn’t shake the unease lingering in her heart.

Jimmy knocked on the locker room door, and Rhea opened it, a mix of relief and apprehension washing over her as he stepped inside.

“Hey,” she greeted, forcing a smile despite the turmoil inside her.

“Hey,” he replied, leaning against the doorframe. He could sense the tension in the air, the unease radiating off her. “What’s going on?”

Rhea sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping slightly. “I just… I don’t know. I’m really uncomfortable with this whole angle we’re doing. It feels like it’s too much.”

“It’s all business, Rhea,” Jimmy reassured her, his tone firm yet gentle. “You know that, right?”

She nodded slowly, but the weight of her feelings still hung heavily in the air. “I just can’t wait to go home tonight. I miss Jey.”

Jimmy sighed, looking at her with a mix of concern and determination. “About that… Hunter wants to start building on this angle, so we have PR and photoshoots lined up for the next few days before our face-off on SmackDown with Dragon Lee and Zelina Vega.”

Rhea let out another frustrated sigh, rubbing her temples. “I really wanted to be home with Jey. This just feels wrong, like I’m betraying him or something.”

“I get it,” Jimmy replied, stepping closer. “But how about we change our flight to a later time? We could spend some time watching comedy movies and ordering room service. Just relax for a bit before all the craziness hits.”

Rhea looked up at him, her expression softening slightly as a small smile crept onto her face. “That actually sounds nice.”

“Great!” Jimmy said, returning her smile with enthusiasm. He felt a surge of happiness at the thought of spending more time with her, even if it was under these unusual circumstances.

As Rhea began to pack her clothes, rifling through her bag for a hoodie, Jimmy watched her intently. There was something about the way she moved, her determination, that made his heart race. He felt an overwhelming sense of possessiveness wash over him. Here she was, right in front of him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that fate had handed him an opportunity he couldn’t let slip away.

He stepped closer, wanting to be near her, to soak in every moment. “You look good in that,” he said, nodding at the hoodie she pulled out.

Rhea glanced up, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before she smirked. “Thanks. It’s comfy.”

“Comfort looks good on you,” he replied, unable to hide the genuine admiration in his voice.

She blushed slightly at the compliment, and for a moment, the weight of the world outside faded away. It was just the two of them, caught in this bubble of shared energy. Jimmy couldn’t help but feel that with each passing second, he was inching closer to something more than just a partnership in the ring.

“Alright, let’s do this!” He said, trying to keep his tone light.

Rhea nodded, the smile lingering on her lips as she zipped up her bag. “Deal. Just promise me we won’t talk about any of this angle while we’re watching.”

“Promise,” he said, a playful grin spreading across his face.

—

10:18 PM

As Jimmy and Rhea settled back into the cozy atmosphere of the Omni Hotel room, the laughter from Addams Family Values filled the space, creating a warm backdrop for their light-hearted banter. Jimmy was genuinely enjoying the film, chuckling uncontrollably at the absurdity on screen.

“I gotta say, I’m really liking your choice of movies, Rhea. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this before,” he remarked between fits of laughter.

Rhea glanced at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “What’s your favorite character so far?”

Jimmy thought for a moment, then burst out, “That bald dude with his girlfriend! He’s hilarious!”

Rhea laughed, unable to contain her amusement. “You mean Uncle Fester and Debbie?”

“Yeah! That’s them!” He nodded eagerly, then mimicked the scene where Fester asks Debbie for a kiss. “Give me a kiss!”

“Give me a twenty!” Rhea shot back, both of them breaking into laughter again, enjoying the ridiculousness of the moment.

“Want some more wine?” Jimmy asked, gesturing toward the half-empty bottle on the nightstand.

Rhea nodded, “Yes please Jimmy..” her smile still bright. As he poured another glass, a thought struck him. “You know, you don’t have to call me Jimmy all the time.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you want me to call you?”

“Jon or Jonathan,” he said, playfully referencing his real name.

Rhea chuckled, shaking her head. “I’ll stick with Rhea. I hate my real name.”

Jimmy was surprised. “Wait, I’m sorry, but I’ve never even asked what your name is.”

She smiled at him, her expression softening. “It’s Demi.”

“Nice to meet you, Demi,” he said with a warm grin.

Rhea felt a flutter of warmth at the sound of her name, and she replied, “Nice to meet you too, Jon.”

Their eyes met for a moment, and there was a subtle shift in the air between them. It felt oddly comforting to share this new dynamic, the conversation flowing effortlessly as they continued to watch the movie. They slipped back into playful exchanges about the film, but there was an undercurrent of something deeper that lingered in the air, both of them aware of the growing connection.

After the credits rolled on Addams Family Values, Jimmy turned to check the time. It was already 11:01 PM. “Hey, are you hungry?” he asked, glancing at Rhea, who was still smiling from the movie.

“Yeah, but I can’t drive,” she replied, her tone light.

“Don’t worry about that; we can take an Uber,” Jimmy suggested with a grin.

Rhea laughed, shaking her head. “It’s already 11; everything is probably closed.”

“Oh, come on! This is Texas! They have Whataburger!” Jimmy shot back, his enthusiasm infectious.

Rhea raised her eyebrows in curiosity. “Whataburger? I’ve never tried it.”

“Then we have to go! Put on your shoes, sunglasses, and hoodie!” he urged, practically bouncing with excitement.

Once they were ready, they left the room and headed down to the lobby. The night air was warm as they stepped outside, and Jimmy pointed towards a glowing sign in the distance. “Look! Whataburger by the Bay!”

“Let’s just walk; we’re covered, so no one will recognize us,” Rhea suggested, feeling a mix of thrill and mischief.

They strolled side by side, with Jimmy animatedly explaining the iconic menu items, especially the Breakfast on a Bun burger, or BOB as the native Texans called it. “It’s a Texas staple! You’re gonna love it,” he promised.

As they entered the fast food joint, they were greeted by the smell of fresh fries and sizzling burgers. The drive-thru line was packed, but surprisingly, there was no one inside. “Looks like we lucked out!” Jimmy exclaimed.

“What do you want?” he asked Rhea as they approached the counter.

“That breakfast thing sounds good,” she said, her eyes lighting up with interest.

“Two BOB sausage meals with hashbrowns and orange juices, please!” Jimmy ordered, his excitement palpable as they waited for their food.

While they waited, they chatted about everything and nothing, the easy banter making time fly. Once their meals were ready, they decided to walk back to the hotel, bags in hand.

As they strolled along, Rhea couldn’t resist the urge to unwrap her breakfast sandwich. She pulled it out and took a big bite. “Wow, this is good!” she exclaimed, her eyes widening in delight.

Jimmy beamed at her reaction. “See? I told you it was a game-changer! Now you know why I love this place.”

Rhea chuckled, savoring the taste. “I definitely understand now. I might have to make this a regular thing!”

They continued their walk, the night filled with laughter and the kind of comfortable silence that came with sharing simple moments. As they neared the hotel, Rhea couldn’t help but feel grateful for this unexpected adventure with Jimmy, the blend of excitement and camaraderie leaving her with a sense of warmth.

—

As the soft glow of the hotel room lights dimmed, Rhea turned on her side to face Jimmy, who was already lying in his own bed across the room. “Hey, what type of gear do you think we should do for Survivor Series?” she asked, her voice low but curious.

Jimmy propped himself up on his elbow, considering her question. “Honestly? As soon as we land in Canada, we’ll start brainstorming. We can come up with something that stands out—something that feels unique to both of us,” he replied, a hint of enthusiasm creeping into his voice.

Rhea smiled at that. “Thank you for getting us separate beds,” she said, her tone sincere.

“I told you,” Jimmy replied with a shrug, “I’m not gonna make you uncomfortable. In Houston, it was different because we didn’t have time to figure it out, but don’t worry. We’ll keep it professional.”

“Thank you,” Rhea said again, appreciating his thoughtfulness. She turned off her bedside lamp, plunging the room into soft shadows. “Goodnight, Jimmy.”

“Goodnight, Rhea,” he replied, settling back into his pillows.

As the quiet settled over the room, both of them soon drifted off into sleep. But in the depths of Jimmy’s dreams, the boundaries between reality and imagination blurred. He found himself on a picturesque boat, the sun casting golden rays across the shimmering water.

Suddenly, Rhea appeared beside him, her laughter echoing as the boat gently rocked. She leaned in, her eyes sparkling mischievously. Without warning, she pressed her lips against his in a soft, lingering kiss. It was electric, filled with an unspoken connection that felt so real. The world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them in that moment.

In the dream, everything felt perfect. The warmth of the sun, the gentle breeze, and the taste of saltwater on his lips. Jimmy could feel his heart racing as Rhea pulled back, her smile wide and inviting. “See? This is nice,” she said playfully, her voice a melodic echo.

Jimmy said, “You know what would be better?”

“What is that?” She asked.

“You showing me how much you love me..”

Rhea took Jimmy’s hand. She led him to the cabin below deck, her eyes gleaming with desire. Jimmy followed her, his heart pounding in his chest. Once inside, Rhea pushed him against the wall and started kissing him again. Jimmy moaned as he felt her hands undoing his shorts, freeing his hard cock.

Rhea knelt down in front of him and took his cock in her mouth. Jimmy closed his eyes and threw his head back, enjoying the sensation of her warm mouth around his cock. Rhea sucked and licked his cock, her tongue swirling around the tip. Jimmy couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be inside her.

He pulled Rhea up and laid her down on the bed. He spread her legs wide open and admired her wet pussy. Rhea moaned as she felt Jimmy’s fingers entering her, preparing her for his cock. Jimmy positioned himself above her and slowly entered her. Rhea wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.

Jimmy started thrusting slowly, savoring the sensation of her tight pussy around his cock. Rhea matched his rhythm, her moans getting louder with every thrust. Jimmy increased his pace, his balls slapping against Rhea's ass. Rhea dug her nails into his back, her orgasm building up inside her.

But just as he wanted to climax into her, the scene began to dissolve, and he felt himself slipping back into the depths of slumber. The sex lingered in his mind, filling him with an ache he couldn't quite place-a mix of longing and an undeniable attraction.

As the dream faded away, Jimmy found himself stirring in his sleep, a soft smile crossing his face.

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if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 15 | "mutually assured destruction"

Dave York x f!Reader

Word count: 5,707

Summary: A life-changing secret is unearthed, altering the directions of your life and Dave's.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, TW attempt at self-unaliving, angst, secrets revealed, gaslighting, talk of murder and paid assassination, obsessive!Dave, rough sex, hate sex, unprotected piv, revenge, if I missed anything please let me know!

Author's note: this turned into more than I initially thought, and took a lot out of me emotionally but I'm pleased with it and I hope you are too! Please do not read if you're not in a good headspace, there are very triggering scenarios in place for the sake of dramatic storytelling. For those battling real life demons, please click here for help 🫂

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It's the day before you leave for London. A Friday.

Years from now you'll look back on this day and wonder how it started so normally, as if fate wasn't already hard at work against you.

You make breakfast for the family: pancakes, fresh fruit, scrambled eggs. The new au pair is coming on Monday and you want to do everything in your power to stay on the family's mind so that they'll want you back when you return from studying abroad, but in the back of your mind you know that won't be an issue.

Sneaking a glance at Dave at the table, you exchange a small, secret glance and a smile, but his eyes never leave you once you busy yourself with other tasks. You can feel his gaze on you, checking you out in your casual outfit of the day: jeans that show off your curves and a cropped long sleeve shirt that shows a sliver of midriff. You're going to miss choosing outfits that will keep you on his mind all day.

Later you get the girls bundled up for school, putting on their warm boots and winter coats. Alice has two different colored gloves on, Molly forgot her library book upstairs. Both girls want to wear their new scarves but they're fighting over the same one. You're already prepared, fixing the situations, showing Dave that you're maternal, giving him a glimpse of what your life together would look like.

You've already made plans to see each other over New Year's, see the sights together, make love in a different country. Honestly you don't think you'd be looking forward to London as much if there wasn't the promise of Dave joining you there, even if only for a little bit. You're learning to have your forever with him in a few stolen moments.

After running some last minute errands (Carol insisted that you spend this time on yourself and she could take care of anything extra) you have everything ready. You're packed, suitcases and passport on your bed.

Slipping into his home office, you dangle a thong around your finger, intending to leave it in his desk, a small memory of you, a promise of what's to come.

A drawer that's usually locked is left slightly open, teasing you, taunting you. You bite your lip. You've never been in Dave's office without him, and you recall what he'd told you:

"There are some other parts of my life, things I can't tell you yet. I know you'll understand when the time comes.."

You shake your head. It's just a drawer, you tell yourself. If Dave were here he'd call you a silly girl, then guide you away from his desk and press you to the wall, or the floor, or-

But you can't resist a peek.

And because of that your world changes.

The rest of your day is spent uncovering your lover's secrets, and the worst secret is saved for last.

In the back of the open drawer, tucked safely into a small black pouch: a class ring with your birthstone, and your gold baby bracelet, your name written in perfect cursive.

Dave returns after work, calling out to the house, knowing you're here somewhere because your car's here and Carol's isn't. It's too quiet. She probably has the girls with her.

"Sweetpea, you home?"

There's no answer, so he shrugs and heads to his office. intending on doing some work for awhile before bed. You'll show up eventually, looking for him, legs spread eagerly, mouth open voraciously, wearing some barely-there lingerie, tempting him while his family's out. He knows you by now, but that doesn't stop him from wanting you.

He knows something is wrong as soon as he sees his office door is cracked open. No one goes in there but him. He steps in to see his office has been searched. Papers are strewn on his desk, files scattered, drawers opened. He feels like he might have a heart attack.

There you are, in a chair in the corner of the room, watching him, waiting for him.

"You're a fucking murderer," you mutter in a half-sob, alerting him to your presence.

The moment those words leave your mouth you know it's a mistake. Dave approaches you, slowly and deliberately. You want to run for the door but you're not sure you can even move. Your heart feels like it will stop at any moment, if Dave doesn't stop it with his own hands.

In one swift movement he grabs you, forces you to the wall, his large hands pinning your shoulders. He's in a rage, seething with anger, hurt, and resentment. But he hides it well, towering over you. "What do you think you read, silly girl? You're not even completely sure what you saw," he motions behind him to his littered desk. "Do you want people to think you're crazy?"

The fear in your blood turns to outrage. You ignore his question and offer one of your own. "My father.. my own father?" Your voice wavers as you keep your cold gaze on him as you say your father's name for the first time in years. "Sound familiar? He should be. Five years ago you killed him."

There is the briefest flicker of surprise in Dave's eyes, soon replaced with approval, estimation even. "What makes you say that, sweetpea?" he asks, his voice honey-sweet.

Nausea threatens to make you keel over, but your righteous anger holds you through. "It was all over your fucking paperwork. And these," you say, opening your palm to show your jewelry he'd stolen that fateful night. He looks but makes no move to take them.

"For years the cops had us convinced it was a home invasion gone wrong.. but they were on your payroll, weren't they?"

"Where's your phone? Give it to me," he demands. When you don't oblige right away he grabs it from your back pocket, rifling through the photos section, checking to see what you've deleted, making sure you don't have anything incriminating waiting to be emailed.

So far he's in the clear and he tosses your phone to the chair.

"What are you going to do about it?" Dave asks, his voice low, cold, nearly a growl, and he looks at you as if you're a bug he's squashed under his shoe. "What are you going to do with the information you have? Because you can't tell anyone, do you understand that? Especially not the police. We both know they won't protect you." He soothes the effect of his words with a soft brush of his knuckles across your cheek. "If you try to spread this.. misinformation to anyone else, you'll disappear."

A shiver goes through you and you knock his hand away. "Why?? Why did you take him away from me? I needed him."

It's a new feeling for Dave. He's never had to deal with the fallout of his extracurricular activity.

"I was just doing my job," he answers, the catch-all phrase he never imagined he'd have to use. "But from everything you've told me about him, I rather think you'd be grateful to me, sweetpea."

You ignore this little quip, too angry to think of anything to say in this heated moment, when your brain is still swimming with mixed emotions. "He was just a name on your list? Is that what you're saying?" you ask coldly.

"Yes," he replies sharply. "He was not a person to me, okay? He was a target. He was a job."

His words are harsh, but they're the truth.

"Do you understand that? Do you understand now how I see people? How my world works? It's made up of people I am paid to kill. People who hire me to do the killing. People who betray others. It's not a game and it's certainly not personal." He takes a moment, looks squarely at you, measuring how you're taking this.

"Did you ever have any idea," you start slowly, "when you hired me to be your kids' nanny? Did you ever have any clue that I might have been his daughter? When you kissed me and fondled me and screwed me, did you ever wonder if maybe my last name was a coincidence?"

"Are you trying to make me feel guilty? If so, it's not working very well. I've learned how to separate myself from the job. Compartmentalization. It's the same thing I do when I'm fucking you and not thinking of my wife, or fucking my wife and not thinking of you. Do you understand that?"

Your hand flies across his face, landing a harsh slap, leaving a red mark that even you can feel the sting of.

His first instinct is anger, then there's a sudden flash of a smile across his face, lighting up his features as he soothes his cheek. "I have to admit, with that scrappy little attitude.. you're just like your father. Tenacious."

You're disgusted with yourself. You've given away your innocence to your father's murderer. You'd loved him and sinned with him, risking so much. You even wanted to marry him someday, in a stupid fantasy of yours that now just feels repugnant.

"Did he see you coming?" You whisper. "Or did you sneak up behind him like a coward when you killed him?"

Dave's smile fades. "I let him see me, and at that moment he knew he found his death," he recollects. "It's the most powerful feeling in the world.. watching the light fade in someone's eyes and knowing you're the cause of it. It's a little like playing god. It was no different with your father."

"And this information you have," he continues, "what exactly are you going to do with it? Because I refuse to have to kill you, sweetpea. It would hurt me too much to have to get rid of you for your curiosity. You opened up a Pandora's Box. Now what are you going to do with all the misery you've unleashed?"

You're calm. Your heartbeat is normal. Glancing out the window there's freshly fallen snow. Such a peaceful scene despite the awfulness playing out with you and the man you loved.

"Carol took the girls out to drive around and look at Christmas lights. They might be gone awhile."

You reach into your pocket and pull out a snub nose revolver, one you'd pilfered from Dave's desk earlier. You pull the hammer back and aim it at him. "I'm going to spare them having to hear their father die, a little gift I'm passing forward that you gave me years ago."

There's a flash of fear that flits across his face as you point the gun at him, which he quickly masks with cold indifference as he raises his hands in surrender, backing away slowly. "You had to have some idea.. all those nights waiting up for me, patching me up when I had a bloody lip or bruised knuckles? They're not always quick kills, sweetpea. Sometimes I have to use my fists."

You don't waver, still aiming the gun, the irony not lost on you that he'd been the one to teach you to shoot. The power you have over him right now is indescribable, with the agony of the revelation of Dave's shadow business lurking just beneath.

"You had to know," he repeats. "Yet you still decided to pursue me, to sleep with me, to fall in love with me." He stares you down as you continue to aim. "Now.. do you think you have it in you to kill me? Because revenge, my silly girl, is not really your style."

His words wound you. Yes, deep down you always knew. You just never put your father's death into the equation.

"You're right," you admit. "I'm not a killer like you. But I'm just as bad as you are."

Despair and guilt rack your body. There's no way out. You'd been prepared to shoot Dave, maybe even kill him as revenge for your dad, but in this moment you have a sudden change of heart.

"You don't have to worry about me telling anyone. I'll take it to my grave."

You aim the revolver at yourself, just under your chin, cold metal against soft, warm skin. "I still love you, Dave."

Click.

You open your eyes and fall to your knees, gasping as you drop the gun. It wasn't loaded. A blinding wave of relief and anguish courses through you as you begin to sob, your entire body shaking.

He walks to you, picking up the gun and opening the chamber. Empty. "Do you really think I'm stupid enough to have a loaded gun in my own home, sweetpea? I have children, for Christ's sake." He shakes his head, putting the gun away. "I thought you'd be more clever than that, especially after all I've taught you." He sighs, looking more disappointed than distressed over your attempt. While you're on the ground, hugging your knees to your chest, shivering, he quietly tidies up his desk, putting everything back where it belongs, all his secrets stored away. He locks the drawer with a definitive click.

"You do it," you weep as he kneels next to you, giving you a tissue. "You killed him, now kill me. It would be poetic." You meet his eyes, seeing nothing but coldness in them, knowing that was all there was this whole time. "There's nothing I want in this life anymore."

Dave hugs you, and despite the hatred you feel for him, despite the maelstrom of emotions you find yourself in, you cry on his shoulder as he kisses your hair.

When you've finally cried yourself out, he helps you to your feet. "I'm going to take you for a drive. We need to talk."

In your emotional state you go along with whatever he wants. You're like a zombie, your body functioning but your brain clouded with misery.

You both get in his car, but you don't bother to put your seat belt on.

"Do you trust me?" he asks as you head out on the road.

"That's a funny question," you say in monotone, turning your head to look at him. "I don't know if I do. I shouldn't."

"Here's the thing." He clears his throat, makes himself comfortable for the drive. "I think you do. I know you always have. You shouldn't but you did. You still do. You trusted me enough to be completely vulnerable before me. You trusted me when you slept with me, each and every time. You trusted me when you told me about your awful history with your father. Trust takes guts."

You groan as he speaks about your intimate times together, numerous times, scandalous situations. You'd given your body and your heart.. to a married man.. to your father's killer.

"That trust is gone," you tell him.

Dave sighs, continuing to drive. After almost forty-five minutes he pulls over to the side of the road. You're in the middle of nowhere, far from anyone or anything. He gets out and helps you out of the passenger seat. Taking a tentative look around you see barely lit forest on the roadside, lit by a scattered amount of street lights. The snow has stopped for now, and a chilling wind howls through the desolate night.

Together you walk into the darkness. You fully believe he's brought you here to kill you, to silence you from spilling his secrets. And you feel only the slightest anxiety at this thought.

He leads you up a small path, thick forest on either side of you. Eventually you arrive at the edge of a cliff. The wind roars in your ears.

"What are we doing here?" you shout. It's almost too dark to see him.

He removes his jacket and puts it on you, shivering in your same clothes from this morning, only a denim jacket over them. It's warm from his body heat and smells faintly of his cologne. "Tell me why we're out here," you insist.

Dave looks out over the cliff, seemingly lost in thought. You're not even sure he's heard your demand.

"Did you know your father well, sweetpea?" he finally asks. "Did you spend a lot of time with him?"

It's like a stab to the chest, feeling your dad's loss all over again. "I thought I knew him well enough.. I think he loved me in his own way."

"He was corrupt, sweetpea. He had dealings with men much worse than me, men who would've hurt you and your family if given half the chance. A rival gang paid us to take him out." Dave goes quiet, dipping into that memory, perhaps wishing he could reverse things so you wouldn't be here, in the cold, with him. "I'm not the monster that you think I am. I'm human just like you."

"No, you're not human. Taking lives for money makes you less than that." Tears sting at your eyes, the bitter wind making them cold on your cheeks. You saw how sweet Dave could be with his children, how he gave off the impression of a loving husband even though you knew that particular part wasn't true. He had hidden depths, just like your father. His love for you was conditional, just like your father's.

You need your heart to stay hardened against him.

"I loved my father,” you continue. "I saw bad in him, just as I told you. But that didn't mean I wanted him dead."

"We're all just animals," Dave insists. "And even animals kill each other."

"You're the only animal here, David." You remove his jacket from you, symbolizing how you're done with him, preferring the bitter cold to the warm lies he's trying to give you. He gives a surprised grunt as you shove the jacket against his chest. "I've seen enough and heard enough. I'm walking home."

"You asked if I recognized you the day you came to interview for the position.. truth is, I did."

You turn at his revelation, stopping in your tracks but coming no closer to him.

He continues, "My team and I searched room to room, pilfering a few valuables to make it look like a real break-in. The last bedroom at the end of the hall was cracked open, with a pink light spilling through. When I walked in I could still smell your perfume in the air, something sweet like the kind a girl your age would wear. The clothes you tried on and discarded were strewn on your floral bedspread."

Now he has your attention, now he has you rapt, and as he describes that night you recall your room in that house, the perfume and the bedspread he's mentioned.

"I looked around, took my time, even though I was supposed to be quick," Dave admits. "I looked at the photos you kept by your bedside, removed the silk scarf draped over your lamp - that's a fire hazard, you silly girl." He smirks at you a moment, something akin to mirth in his dark eyes. "I saw the awards on your dresser, the photographs.. a little girl in a ballerina costume, that same girl growing up, attending summer camp, learning archery, and becoming a young woman, attending homecoming dances and learning how to drive.. I saw a piece of your life, sweetpea. And I was entranced."

Your mouth has gone dry. You know every one of those photos, have them collected safely in an album in storage somewhere.

"I didn't know your name, but the moment you came through my door, almost a thousand miles from your home, I was in awe. It had to be fate. You'd come to me, and despite my initial misgivings about having you so close, the possibility of you knowing how we were tied together was so minimal yet held such huge risk. There were times when I was sure you'd call me out for it, maybe blackmail me, so I kept my distance at first. But you were so obvious, sweetpea. You wear your heart on your sleeve, do you know that? It's adorable, especially that look you're wearing now."

You back away, forcing your body to move.

"That beautiful young woman with the pink room and cotton candy perfume ended up finding me, choosing me. I think all this time she's been looking for a replacement for her dead daddy."

"Stop," you beg. It sounds loud in your ears but comes out quietly from your lips.

"I love you," he says in earnest. "I don't care if the world burns. Everything is just a distraction if I can't have you."

A deep breath. "You should have pushed me over that cliff when you had the chance."

"I'm not going to hurt you," he approaches you with a calm demeanor. "I know I threatened to kill you, but that was said in anger. Don't you know how much you mean to me? Frankly I'm hurt by the fact you're even thinking I'd harm you."

You look at him squarely. "Oh, you're hurt?? Why don't we make it even and I take your family away from you?"

"You wouldn't." He holds you in his grasp, looking down on you with a smug expression.

"It would make us even, Dave." With a dark look in your eyes you run your hands along his chest. "I always thought you appreciated symmetry."

His countenance warms, his embrace loosened by your coquetry. "It's fucked up, but I can't help wanting you one last time," he says.

"You're right. It's fucked up."

"Let me take you to that hotel you like so much," he insists. "A proper sendoff before you leave the country. Because nothing is going to stop us, right? We can get past this little obstacle. It's just a tiny hurdle in our relationship."

Your lips curve into a smile as your blood boils. "That expensive hotel we went to, our very first night together? I don't think that's quite the aesthetic we're going for. Take me to the cheapest fucking place that's closest to us."

The motel room is small, smells faintly of cigarette smoke and cleaning product. But it has a bed, and that's all that counts.

Dave starts to unbuckle his belt and you watch, leaning against the dresser. "Remember that first night, when I bled? You told me it was rare to happen in this day and age. But it makes sense now. You shed my father's blood when you murdered him, and you shed mine when you took my innocence."

He's naked, waiting for you to also take off your clothes. "Did you regret giving yourself to me?" He pauses. "Do you hate me?"

"I'm not going to tell you," you smirk without any levity. "Isn't it more exciting to sleep with someone when you don't know how they feel about you?" However, seeing him sans clothing, a near rarity in your relationship, does something to you. You're lucky to be female and hide your arousal for the most part. You back Dave to the bed, making sure he's watching as you take off your clothes too.

His eyes are glued to you, cock already hard at the sight of your nakedness. You press him down to the bed, straddling his lap as you take him into you. Even you can't hide your need for him, the gasp of surprise as he fills you up completely.

You use him, that's the best way to put it. You care little for his kiss or his touch. You're simply taking your pleasure from him, riding him hard, the way he likes it, holding him so close you nearly smother him.

Yes, you love him, but that love has been poisoned by the truth of what he's done. There's no love in your actions, but there are tears in your eyes as you ride him, as if you'd fuck him to death if you could.

He can feel your pain.. the pain of all those secrets revealed tonight, the pain of having to deal with a man like him. And he can feel your anger, because for you, right now, there is nothing but revenge.

You feel it as Dave make himself a blank slate to take the brute force that is the only thing you can offer in this moment, so that you can emotionally bleed out your suffering and anger onto him.

You're riding him hard, taking your pleasure in a vicious way. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," you moan.

It's a sound of desperation and release, and in a strange way it makes him want you even more. For you, this is revenge, but for him it's pleasure. He grabs you by the waist as you move on top of him, your nails dragging down his back, leaving marks that will be hard to explain later on. Your first instinct is to brush his hands off you, but you're so close to coming, and in that moment you don't care what Dave has done, or who he will hurt in the future. You just need him, and your heart allows a little bit of his love to pierce your armor.

With his hands on your waist, he pushes up and rolls you over. You move with him, teeth tugging on his bottom lip, inflicting more violence in your lovemaking because now.. everything is different. On top, looking you in the eyes.. You might hate him, but right now he doesn't care.

"There it is, there's that anger," he mutters. "Just let it all out, sweetpea. I know what you're feeling right now. I know exactly who I am and what I can be." He takes charge again, showing you that you're not the only one with anger inside of you. He enjoys the violence you're bringing to the bed, the violence that he deserves.

It's as if you're ready for his aggression, happy that he's fighting back. You're turning that pain to pleasure because otherwise the pain will disintegrate you.

You're still cursing him: "Bastard!" "Son of a bitch!" Meanwhile your body holds his close, accepting every forceful movement.

His eyes remain locked on yours the entire time. He doesn't let you escape his gaze. He wants you to see him, because now you can't hate him without hating yourself.

He's hurting you and you're enjoying it, just as it's always been. He kisses you forcefully, moving against you, as if you can't wait for the other to break.

Your bodies crash together savagely, both of you trading your pain and anguish. You dig your fingernails down his back once more as the first sweet, fluttery feelings give way to a strong, hedonistic wave of pleasure that threatens to engulf you. There's no holding back or hiding from it. All you can do is burn within it, let your climax conquer your senses as your cunt grips him more tightly than ever before.

Dave's eyes go wide and he lets out a small groan. He feels your grief and anger, and he loves it. He holds you close as you come together, holding you close as if he never wants to let go. You feel complete when he comes, the way he pushes deep and hard against you, as if imprinting himself in you.

Afterwards, you just want to sleep. All your emotions have come to a head and you're weak from feeling them. You feel like a shell of a person.

Still, he doesn't let you go. He lays on top of you, breathing hard, sweaty from the physical exertion, trying to catch his breath.

He knows that once this night is over he'll go back to being a monster, and you'll always be the girl he betrayed in the worst way.

In this small moment you remain connected, feeling Dave's body against yours as you have so many times before. The ghost of a smile graces your lips as you look at him above you, brushing a small, sweaty strand of hair away from his forehead.

He looks down at you, filled with mixed emotions. He doesn't want to move, but he knows he has to. He climbs off you and lays next to you, watching you. The red motel sign glows into the window of your room, lighting the bed, covering your bodies in a warm scarlet glow.

"What were my father's last words?" you ask in the quietude of the moment.

"He asked for mercy," Dave answers. "He said he had a daughter who needed him. And that if I let him live, he would never cause trouble again."

You try to calm your breathing. "And then what did you do?"

A pause. "I shot him in the head." His voice is like a stone.

You look at him, this man you loved without shame, without guilt. "And how much money did you receive for killing him? What was his life worth?"

"Fifty thousand dollars."

You close your eyes. "Thank you for your honesty."

He doesn't know how to respond. He wants to defend himself, he wants to apologize, he wants to ask your forgiveness. But all he can say is: "I love you."

You turn to him in the half-darkness of the seedy motel room. "I know."

It's early when you wake, body sore, heart broken. You shower, washing away Dave's scent, his sweat, his seed, but somehow he's still under your skin.

He's fast asleep and you don't wake him.

Quietly you order a ride share service to pick you up. There's still work to do.

The next stop is the York household. The girls are still asleep this Saturday morning. Carol's home. For the last time you use your house key.

It's warm and quiet as you walk down the hallway, trying not to make too much noise. You pass by the collage of family pictures bedecking the walls: Carol and Dave on their honeymoon in Paris the girls' baby pictures, piano recitals, family vacations to Disneyland and the Grand Canyon, pictures of the life you wanted but never got.

Carol's at the table drinking coffee. "Good morning," she says brightly. "Aren't you going to miss your flight?"

"I have time." You smile back but it doesn't reach your eyes. "We need to talk."

"Sure," she says agreeably, checking her phone before putting it down, likely waiting to hear back from her husband, who hasn't come home all night.

There were times when you avoided the truth because it would get you into trouble, but now you just want the truth to set you free. "There's something you should know about your husband."

Carol's eyes are wide, already imagining the worst. Trouble at work? Gambling debts? Did he force himself on you? "What is it?" she asks softly as her nerves jangle.

You take a quick look around at the place you've called home for awhile now. When your gaze lands back on Carol's, it's impossible to keep a smirk off your face.

"Dave and I have been having an affair. We've been sleeping together for the past few months."

There's a blankness in Carol's eyes, as if she's processing the information but it's not sticking. What you've said is so sudden that she can't fully believe it yet. "You're kidding," she whispers. "You're just kidding.. right?"

You shake your head. "No.. I can tell you about the birthmark on his upper right thigh, his bondage kink, and he makes this cute little sound right before he cums, like a tiny squeak or whimper."

You feel powerful telling Carol this. "We've fucked in almost every room in this house, including your bed, just last week."

Carol's body goes limp as she assaulted by the onslaught you've unleashed. The words are too much to bear. "You're lying.."

To add insult to injury you continue: "And it's not just about sex. He loves me."

You reach into your purse and pull out your phone, pressing a few buttons and sending Carol an email. "Here's further proof. You can watch it if you want, or don't. I don't care. The tape was my idea, and Dave was more than happy to oblige."

With shaky hands Carol opens the email on her phone, clicks on the video attachment.

What she sees breaks her heart like nothing ever has before. It's not just her husband cheating on her, it's the two of you sharing intimacy, bodies locked together in a passion she had no idea you'd felt for each other.

Now she knows you're not lying, and she can't bear the thought of all the love she's given Dave being betrayed like this. She looks at you with tears in her eyes, her body shaking as she tries to pull herself together. She refuses to be the weak wife who bawls over her husband's misconduct, who eats her own bitter, broken heart in front of the godforsaken Other Woman.

"Why?" she simply asks.

"Why?" you repeat. "Because sometimes, Carol, people come into our lives just to ruin it, to change it irreparably." In saying that, you're thinking of your father, a bullet through his brain, Dave on the other side, holding the smoking gun.

Upstairs you grab your luggage, coming down to see that Carol is still crying, still watching the video, the sounds of your wicked moans and Dave's sultry praise audible through her phone.

"A word to the wise," you leave her with parting words. "I'm not the first one Dave's cheated on you with. Odds are I won't be the last."

You leave your house key on the table in the front hall. On your way outside in the crisp morning air you feel inexplicably lighter. Grabbing your phone you text Dave one last time:

Mutally assured destruction 🖤

Getting back into your Lyft you glance back at the house and see the girls there, Alice and Molly, their faces pressed to the window like car window cling toys. You don't wave to them, even when they're trying to get your attention. You can't save them anymore than they can save you.

He destroyed your family, and now you're returning the favor.

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Pretty Like You | PJM (1)

part one: mini-skirts and big problems

— in which park jimin desires nothing more than to be pretty like you.

series summary. where jimin is jealous of the beauty that is you, writes about it, and falls apart when you accidentally read it.

pairing. feminine!jimin x reader

rating. M | 18+ |

genre. enemies to lovers, feminine!jimin, self hatred au, slight identity crisis, self love journey, eventual smut, sub!jimin, angst, fluff, heartfelt

w.c. 4.2k

warnings. heavy descriptions of self hate and self abuse later into the story, please be advised

ch summary. an introduction into the crumbling life of park jimin and his cat, daisy.

**this is part 1 of my new series pretty like you, not a stand-alone

series masterlist | next->

It’s horrendous.

Implausible, even.

No human being should’ve looked that good on a Monday. But of course, like always, you did. You always do.

Jimin has drawn the conclusion that there’s no way you’re naturally that stunning and you go the extra mile to get ready every morning. And he thinks it’s ridiculous. It’s ridiculous that you’d get up an extra hour or two earlier just to show up to a class that only lasts a little over an hour where you’re just sat behind a desk the whole time.

But then again, Jimin appreciates your attire. So much so that he was able to memorize it from this morning’s lecture.

A dainty black miniskirt with a cami and cardigan that Jimin may or may not have a replica of, and the sheerest shade of pantyhose to really capture that sex appeal you love. Jimin has noticed, by now, that you try to add at least one sexy article to every single outfit you wear. Jimin notices, and Jimin hates it.

He hates that you can dress sexily without the fear of being judged, whereas for Jimin, it’s not so easy.

Tossing another cropped tee into the mountain of clothes piling on the floor, Jimin’s huff is quick to turn into something of a strangled cry as he collapses to the ground, back against the side of his bed.

As if on cue, a furry figure of a cat peaks into the doorframe, walking in proudly like it owns the place. At this rate, it does considering it’s always there to ease Jimin during these troubling times.

Daisy takes care of Jimin, and on occasion, it’s the other way around.

Daisy, Jimin’s calico cat, nudges her soft head against his arm that’s lazily slumped down, encouraging him to pet her. When he does, her purrs rev up like an engine and the small gesture is enough to steal a slight twitch of a smile from the man.

However, it doesn’t stop the oncoming sob.

Tears fresh and emotion at its highest, Jimin stays sat on the ground wearing nothing but the repulsive baggy sweatpants that he forced himself to wear only because it’s better to pretend he likes dressing that way than wearing what he actually likes and getting judged.

Jimin, believe it or not, is a coward. His words. He hates that he can’t just put the damn skirt on. He hates how he can’t bring himself to leave his apartment in that cute cropped tee that he bought ages ago and still has never worn.

He hates how he’s such a pussy when it comes to this.

But it’s not just skepticism. Jimin knows there’s not a lot of nice people out there, especially not at his college campus. Don’t get Jimin started on all the homophobic and pitiful words that frat boys have thrown at him so far in the span of his first year. And that was when he was wearing his clothes that he believed were seven sizes too big and awfully plain.

His “boy” clothes.

Jimin knows that in today’s society, you’re labeled. Weather you want to be or not, every passing stranger is going to label you as what they see. And with said frat boys, the ones with a single brain cell, if they ever saw Jimin wearing the clothes that he has piled in front of him— he’d fit their accusations.

Jimin was raised by only his mother, who was raised by only her mother and a sister. Jimin has had absolutely no male figure in his life so it’s not bizarre that his demeanor is more feminine than most men.

But people at school aren’t so smart, or nice. Therefore, Jimin isn’t just a boy who was raised by a woman, to them— he was just gay. Jimin hates how his demeanor is what chooses his sexuality. Because, contrary to those frat boys’ belief, Jimin is straight.

He may not know a lot about himself at the ripe age of 21, but he knows for sure that he’s not into men. Being a teen and liking things that the world tells you is for girls definitely made Jimin question his own sexuality time to time, but after a couple nights out at a gay bar and a two extremely awkward hookups, Jimin knew men weren’t up his alley. Especially not when the thought of women is what gets him off every single time.

He just wants to wear a damn skirt and have a girlfriend, is that really so much to ask for?

Daisy was able to sneak her way onto Jimin’s lap, already half asleep despite Jimin’s occasional jolts when he sniffles for air.

“Thank you Daisy,” he whispers, his fading cry turning into a soft giggle when the feline looks up at him, eyes glinting with a look that Jimin knows by now.

“Or are you just being nice to me because you’re hungry?”

Daisy continues to nudge her head against his chest, confirming his accusation and enticing Jimin’s first real giggle.

“Okay,” Jimin says in an exhale, more in an attempt to get ahold of himself. “Fine, let’s get you some food.”

The cat happily jumps off Jimin’s lap at the invitation, hurriedly exiting the bedroom and scurrying off to the kitchen before Jimin can even make it off the ground. When he does, he nearly trips on the mound of hopeless clothes, eyeing it over before trailing his vision to the standing mirror.

His eyes scan over his chest, down to his waist, and to his hips. He loves his shape, loves the way women’s clothing looks on him. It’s too bad no one will be able to appreciate it the way he does, though. It’s too bad he can’t show it off like he so badly wishes to.

Like how you do.

You get to dress in fitted clothing and show off your shape without an intense fear of getting judged or labeled. Jimin despises how blind you are to that advantage. He despises how badly he wishes he could be you for even a day.

Because for Jimin, he has to hide. Whereas for you, you’re allowed to be beautiful whenever you want.

Even on Mondays.

“What do you think, Daisy? Be honest.”

Peeling his eyes away from his reflection, he twists to show Daisy, who’s freshly awake from a nap, his outfit that he’s in love with.

A grumpy meow is all he gets before her eyes slowly shut again and Jimin scoffs in offense.

“Whatever, you just don’t have taste.”

Turning to face himself again, he bites back a smile as he snaps yet another mirror pic of himself, halting midway as he adjusts himself to sit on his knees. And it’s when the miniskirt rises up his thigh that he gets an idea.

Thigh highs.

A subtle gasp of excitement escapes the boy as he recklessly tosses his phone onto the bed— completely missing which makes him flinch in startle in response to the thud that followed. Navigating to his dresser, he ignores Daisy who clearly did not appreciate the sudden noise, and begins to dig in his scandalous drawer for the thigh high socks.

And yes, Jimin has something he calls his scandalous drawer. It’s for moments like these where he wants to add sex appeal to his outfit.

Kind of like how you do.

“There you are,” he murmurs under his breath as he takes hold of the long white fabrics. He doesn’t wait until he’s back in front of the mirror to put them on, sitting on the edge of his bed and hurriedly slipping the thigh high socks on.

Jimin just knows he looks good. He can feel it. He feels sexy, and he hasn’t even looked in the mirror yet. A miniskirt paired with thigh high socks and an open cardigan— no shirt.

And fuck does he feel good in it.

Not able to wait any longer he tiptoes to the mirror until he’s met with the figure he wishes the world could see.

Jimin loves his appearance, a lot. It’s just that the version he loves is only seen on rare occasions like this where he spontaneously decides to try his risky outfits on. No one else can or will see this version, and for that, Jimin’s self love is private. Almost invisible given how little he lets himself see it.

“Good call on the thigh highs,” he mumbles to himself, staring a little longer until he starts to notice all the imperfections. When he does, he’s quick to step away, landing himself back first onto his unmade bed that Daisy was way too content in.

“Move it, there’s room for both of us,” he tells her as she mopes over to the opposite side.

One hand behind his head, other on his stomach— toying with the ruffled hem of the skirt, Jimin stares at the ceiling as his nightly dose of thoughts kick in. And tonight, all he can really think about is how badly he wishes someone could see him. And if he’s lucky enough, earn a compliment or two. Maybe, if his luck was good, he’d be called pretty if someone saw him dressed like this.

But his luck has never been good.

It was his poor luck that made him be born into a rude and strict society. And he hates that. But what can he do? He’s just a person in this big world. He doesn’t believe his voice is loud enough for change. And even if it were, he’d still be too much of a coward to try.

It’s all one big tangled problem that he’s trapped in.

He’s only a freshman in college and he feels like the world is ending.

But does yours? Jimin wonders. For a long moment or two he ponders if you sometimes feel that way too. Of course it wouldn’t be for the same reason as him, but could there be something that weighs you down?

And if so, how the fuck do you mask it so easily with that bright smile of yours?

Maybe because you’re perfect, Jimin thinks.

So perfect that Jimin is laying on his bed wearing an outfit almost identical to the one you wore today all only because he thought it looked great on you. He wanted to feel great too.

He wanted to feel the way you probably do in such fragile clothing. Leaving absolutely nothing to imagination because that’s how brave you are. Jimin envies that. He wants that.

Bravery, of course— not you.

He wants to be brave enough to show some skin and go the whole day feeling good. Feeling confident and relieved. But that day won’t come, unfortunately. All he has is the privacy of his apartment to feel brave in these clothes.

But even when Jimin is hard on himself, that doesn’t stop him from wanting to just feel good sometimes.

And there’s no better way than this.

Somehow in the mix of his thought spiral his small fingers managed to drag his skirt up the length of his thigh, cold air traveling straight to his exposed tip.

He knew he wasn’t wearing underwear. He did that on purpose. Again, he wanted to feel good.

He wanted to feel sexy.

His fingers slide their way across his left thigh, getting higher and higher until his breathing is hitched and his bottom lip is raw.

But then he stops himself.

Quickly adjusting the skirt, he sits up with a sharp breath.

What was that?

It’s one thing to touch himself, he always does— everyone does. But he will not do such a thing with you fresh in mind. You already have some power over him. He won’t give you this as well. And It doesn’t matter if you know about it or not because he always will.

He already hates that he envies you so much, he will not envy you like this too.

You’re just an annoying, perfect, confident girl who has no idea how lucky she is. Jimin doesn’t envy that part. He just envies your fashion sense. That’s it.

All he needs is some sleep.

Hopefully when he wakes up, not only will his hard on be gone but so will you. Not a single thought of you will be in his mind from this point forward, Jimin declares to himself.

Let’s just hope you don’t find your way into his dreams.

Like always.

“Nice jacket.”

“You’re not funny.”

A subtle laugh escapes the man, playfully nudging Jimin which causes him to almost fall off the bench.

“Taehyung!” Jimin whines as he regains his balance on the tiny seat, crashing his hips into his friend’s on a mission to knock him down too.

He fails, earning another mischievous laugh from the man.

“Sorry. Now what were you saying you had to tell me?”

Sat in a corner table with Jimin’s one and only friend in their favorite campus cafe, Jimin sets his bag on the table and turns to face him.

“Hello to you too,” he scolds.

A boxy smile is given and before he can greet the fed up boy back he’s already talking.

“Last night,” Jimin begins, brows furrowed in half embarrassment half concentration. “Something weird happened.”

“Did Daisy catch you jerki—“

“Tae!” Jimin cuts him off in a whisper-shout, hoping no bystanders hear his unfiltered words.

“Joking. What happened last night?”

Jimin sighs as he tries to find his thoughts again. He had it all organized in his mind but his friend’s reckless banter has made it all the more scrambled and confusing.

To put it simply, Jimin doesn’t know how to tell his best friend that he thinks his crush made him hard last night.

Ah, yes. Kim Taehyung. His and Jimin’s friendship goes all the way back to freshman year of high school, also known as Jimin’s worse year ever. Endless bullying and his identity crisis at its peak, Jimin was so done with everyone and everything. That’s until one of the most popular boys in school took him under his wing.

Taehyung has been Jimin’s shield for almost five years now, defending him from every derogatory slur and glare from arrogant frat boys. And being a frat boy himself, Taehyung had most, if not all of those arrogant asshole’s respect. And with that being the case, they’d never disrespect Jimin in front of Taehyung.

And it’s nice having at least one friend to help him out, Jimin thinks.

The only underside is that his one friend has no clue about his secret and God only knows if he’d still accept Jimin if he did. And that he’s in the fraternity for fucks sake.

Also that he has a massive crush on you.

That may or may not be another reason Jimin doesn’t like you so much. You have the whole school wrapped around your finger, and unfortunately for Jimin, that includes his best friend.

“Hello? Earth to Jimin,” Taehyung tries to get the older boy’s attention.

Blinking himself back to space, he shakes his head as he discards where he was going with the conversation.

“I forgot.”

“Bullshit.”

“I did,” Jimin rolls his eye, snatching Taehyung’s coffee and taking an obnoxiously big sip to shift the attention away from what he originally had to say.

Taehyung doesn’t believe him, but he respects Jimin enough to not pry.

“Whatever. Just know you can tell me anything.”

“Yeah yeah,” Jimin shakes off.

And he knows that. Taehyung may be friends with all of those terrible guys who’ve made Jimin’s life hell, but he’s still good to him. Believe it or not Jimin has had many other issues that weren’t about his secret, and with each one Taehyung was the one who provided him a shoulder to cry on.

They’re close enough to joke about all the things Jimin gets bullied for. Like his jacket for example, it’s the same one he wears probably three days out of the week. It’s big and ugly but Jimin thinks it’s boyish so he wears it. Anything to hide. The frat boys still give him shit for it, though. But Taehyung loves it, and he thinks the hate it gets is so ridiculous that he himself teases Jimin about it occasionally. And Jimin finds it funny when it’s Taehyung who teases him, because he knows it’s coming from a place of close friendship. Unlike those other frat boys.

But despite how close they are, he knows he can’t talk about his secret, or you with Taehyung. That’s the one part of him he’d like to keep tucked away for as long as he can endure.

“Alright, well I’m gonna get going. I told Johnny I’d meet him at the dorms so we can get a session in before class.”

“Smoking is bad for you,” says Jimin as he rolls his eyes.

“So is sulking, lift your head up Minnie,” Taehyung massages at Jimin’s shoulder for a second or two before he gets up and grabs his stuff.

“I’m not sulking.”

“You’re always sulking,” The younger man teases as Jimin swats his hand off of his shoulder. “We’ll talk later?”

Jimin hums in what Taehyung assumes is agreement, ruffling his hair before making his way over to the door of the cafe. A grumpy Jimin is left behind fixing his hair, gathering his stuff too so he can head to class early.

Nothing beats the stares he gets as many students still, to this day, wonder how on Earth Taehyung is friends with him. It’s fucked up, really, but Jimin is used to it.

He’s used to favoritism in the school, and Jimin groans as he realizes he’ll be seeing more of it for the next hour or so that he’ll be seeing you in class.

But he can’t seem to figure out if he’s more excited to see you than he is annoyed.

Jimin is furious.

Nothing new, except that this feeling of anger isn’t rooted from jealousy or insecurity— It’s because you rejected his kindness.

Jimin, like many, were eyeing your outfit. It’s dainty and may even be the prettiest shade of baby blue Jimin has ever seen. So when he forced himself to smile your way when you caught him staring, he did not expect an eye roll from you. But nonetheless, it happened, and Jimin hates you a little bit more now.

Jaw clenched and eyes piercing lasers into the big clock on the far wall of the lecture hall, Jimin counts down the seconds until he’s able to free himself from this torturous environment. Until he frees himself from you.

When the clock does hit the desired time, he’s the only student to stand up— earning him several stares which only makes him angrier, and with little to no more patience left he’s walking out the doors on a mission to channel this frustration.

Past the corridor and straight to the art room— also known as the room that’s almost always empty because why is there an art class in a writing school in the first place— Jimin slams his bag down on the first desk he sees and sits himself down.

Why couldn’t you prove him wrong?

Why couldn’t you just have smiled back?

You just had to roll your eyes when Jimin didn’t even like you in the first place. If he had it his way he would’ve snapped profanities the moment your eyes met. But he’s not a monster. He’s polite.

So polite that he smiled your way and now regrets it miserably.

Jimin can’t stand you now.

Grabbing a random notebook from his bag, he does what any angry writing major would do and begins to jot down all the many reasons he hates you, all in the form of scattered thoughts.

Conceited.

Privileged.

Spoiled.

All words that are used quite frequently in his paragraph of scribbled rage.

Beautiful.

Unique.

Mesmerizing.

All words that he hates to admit but must include because they’re the reason he hates you like he does.

Jimin goes on and on for a while writing nothing but blunt absurdities that are simple and cuts straight to the point, majority of them being repetitive I hate you’s. It’s not until he finds himself at the peak of frustration that it all boils down to an ache within him.

Jimin thinks about why you anger him so much. He thinks about that outfit he could’ve worn today if only he wasn’t so scared. Then, Jimin writes down every raw, painful feeling he has.

Why do you have to be so beautiful? Why can’t I be like you? I often wonder if you think about my predicament. I wonder if it ever crosses your mind that I’m even one percent envious of you. When I think about that, it hurts even more.

I wish you knew I was hurting because of you.

You don’t know me well. I hardly know you. But what I’m certain of is that you’re the most beautifully ignorant person I’ve ever come across and I do hope one day you’ll realize how blind you are.

You’re blind to your reality of easiness. It’s not easy for me. I can’t wear that shade that you do. Can’t wear a shirt so low cut like that either. Because for me, I’m expected to dress like someone I’m not.

This isn’t me.

And I think I may hate you most because I see the real me in you. That courageous being who doesn’t even think twice about breaking the rules of my gender; that’s the real me. Although I hate both versions of me because neither of them have helped me out of this suffocating barrier.

I want to be me.

I wish you weren’t you.

I want to be you.

A slam of a period is what concludes the built up momentum, pencil flying across the desk as he slouches back in his chair with an exhale. He skims over the words that are quite dark since he was applying significant pressure. He vaguely reads some words until he’s not in the mood to think about any of it anymore and closes the journal shut.

And although he didn’t reread that essay of his, the last sentence still can’t seem to leave his mind.

Even if it’s just for a moment, he wants to be you.

Racing down the long hall of the unnecessarily large school, his strides echo off the walls as his heartbeat is ten steps ahead of him.

He should’ve never written that journal, he thinks.

He should’ve never left it in class either.

The passing of two more doors is all it took until he was standing out of breath in the threshold of what he hoped would be an empty classroom, the journal that he was going to grab and go no longer being in the spot he had left it.

His heartbeat almost fails him, legs buckling as his thoughts falter.

He knows it’s you. He knows your figure. He also knows that you’re standing there, reading his journal full of absurd remarks about how he wishes he were you.

Jimin wants to die. He wants it all to just dissipate. But before the boy can erase what he just walked in on, you turn around.

Journal open in your hand, your eyebrows are furrowed and Jimin doesn’t know if he can withstand that look of genuine concern on your face.

He also doesn’t know if that’s a good or bad look.

“I’m not gay,” he helplessly throws his panicked words up.

Slightly less confident, having used up all his energy on those three words, he manages to follow up, “…if that’s what you’re thinking.”

And the giggle that escapes you despite what you just read, the cruel things he wrote about you even though you did absolutely nothing but be beautiful, Jimin notes how badly he’s fucked up.

“It’s not,” you respond, slowly closing the journal, eyes following.

It’s while you’re still looking down that you decide to ask your first question.

“Listen, Jimin,” you bring your eyes up, tone a little too concerned for his liking. “Do you want to talk?”

Talk.

“Those things you wrote, it’s just—“ you stop yourself. “I know you didn’t mean for anyone to read it but from what I saw I think you need someone to help you learn to be kinder to yourself.”

Jimin opens his mouth to talk only to close it when he realizes he doesn’t know how to respond.

“I know it’s none of my business and I’m sorry for reading, but I don’t want you to feel like that. Let me help you.”

Jimin feels like a villain in a movie. He feels like the worst possible character there could ever be. He feels like a bad person. Because there he was all this time, writing about how much he hates you for being you, and here you are now, asking him to accept your help seconds after you just read everything.

The world does not deserve someone like you, he thinks. He does not deserve someone like you.

But as much as he feels unworthy, he’s never been more excited at the opportunity to get to know you. To have you there beside him on this new journey of self love.

“Okay,” he accepts, voice quiet and still embarrassed.

“Okay,” you repeat, smile big and hope at its highest.

Okay.

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a/n: part one of a new seriesss les mf goooo (i missed writing so much omg, hope y’all like this one im vry excited abt it 🥹) ALSO part 2 isn’t as confusing lmao, it’s always difficult to clearly start out a series :/ pero i promise it’ll make more sense along the road :)

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love-bokumono-fics · 10 months ago

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Fresh Crops! January 15 - January 21, 2024

This week's newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

Remaster: Yuki - by darkryuu; WIP, 2/15, 18k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandom: DS Cute Relationship: Pony | Aya | Jill/Skye | Steiner; Characters: Pony | Aya | Jill, Skye | Steiner Summary: Sequel to Remaster: Step Toward the Future: Kaede ("Pony"/Jill) is caught in a situation where she may be the only hope of peace and freedom for a certain Prince of the Stars.

Your Eyes - by SymphonicFantasia; Complete, 1/1, 1.2k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandoms: Story of Seasons (2014) Characters: Nadi, Johnny/Ibuki, Male Farmer Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff, Established Relationship, Friend Fiction, Sick Character, made up story, Hurt/Comfort, Not Really Character Death Summary: No one else could do this to him. They looked right through him and into his soul. They knew him and he knew they did. How could he not fall in love with them?

Stormy Night - by SymphonicFantasia; Complete, 1/1, 1.0k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Gen Fandoms: Hero of Leaf Valley, Save the Homeland Relationship: Dia & Gina; Characters: Dia, Gina Additional Tags: Thunderstorms, Storms, Platonic Relationships, Divorced parents, Fear, Tenderness, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Best Friends, Friendship, Female Friendship, Drabble Summary: Storms reminded her of when she was a child and when her parents were still together. She was scared of them then, and she was scared of them now.

Frater Sororque Semper - by SymphonicFantasia; WIP, 6/7, 20k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandoms: Story of Seasons (2014) Characters: Iris, Mistel Additional Tags: Family, Hurt/Comfort, Family Fluff, Family Feels, Minor Character Death, Minor Original Character(s), Grief/Mourning, Character Study, Alternate Universe - Pre-Canon, Platonic Relationships, Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting Summary: Always brother and sister. Losing your parents at a young age is hard. Living with caretakers who seem bothered by your existence is even harder. It gets easier if you have someone by your side; someone who cares about you more than anything in the world. Iris and Mistel only have each other to keep themselves company as their caretakers take them through life.

Best friend's brother - by Trans_Nerd; WIP, 2/?, 6.5k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Relationship: Kai/Rick; Characters: Kai, Rick, Popuri, Lillia the Shopkeeper Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Trans Male Character, Fluff, Smut, Angst, Vaginal Sex, First Time Summary: Rick/Kai enemies to friends with benefits to lovers speedrun

The Shy Newcomer - by durotos; WIP, 128/?, 615k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/M, Multi Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Relationship: Claire the Farmer/Cliff; Characters: Claire, Cliff, Gray, Karen Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Romance, Coming of Age, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, very slow burn, PROBABLY THE SLOWEST BURN EVER, Multiple Pairings, Mental Illness, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism Summary: Claire, aching for something new in life, moves to Mineral Town and realizes at once that she has left everything she has ever known. At heart, a story about a young woman discovering that there is more to life if she just looks around her. A story of true love, friendship, hard work, and being part of something bigger than yourself.

Why did Sara have to die? - by Anonymous; Complete, 1/1, 1.5k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Major Character Death; Category: Gen Fandom: GBC2 Relationship: Sara & Bill; Characters: Sara, Bill, Daisy, Will, Mayor, Doctor, Nancy Additional Tags: Pining, Character Death, Non-Graphic Violence, Bill/Sara is hinted but nothing big, Death by bear mauling Summary: Sara's death felt so stupid, unnecessary and avoidable, so why did she have to die? Was there a reason for it? It didn't matter anymore. There was no way anyone could change anything now. Yes, Bill and Will did try to build a time machine a few years ago, but there was no way it would ever work. They already gave up, if not, even forgot about it.

#fresh crops monday #harvest moon #story of seasons #friends of mineral town #sos 1 #save the homeland #hero of leaf valley #hm ds cute #hm gbc2

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beck-a-leck · 2 years ago

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Fresh Crops! January 23 - January 29, 2023

This week's newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3.

The Reason for Offerings - by yellowchikadee; Complete, 1/1, 6.2k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Relationship: Pete the Farmer/The Kappa; Characters: Pete | Jack, The Kappa Additional Tags: One Shot, Fluff, monster love, First Kiss, Shy Kappa, look its not fair the game refused to give us one romance scene with the turtle, Marriage Candidate, Bachelor, someone had to do it might as well be me, Nudity but he's a turtle, Sick Character, Cute, There is a pet capybara, Love Confessions, A little steamy enough to warrant a T rating Summary: Jack the farmer has a daily ritual of tossing a cucumber into Mother Lake for the local mythological demigod. He's adamant about doing it every single day, whether sunny or rainy, good health or bad. Yet, despite sticking to the habit for over a year and a half, he still hasn't gotten more than a sentence out of the mysterious lake dweller. He's at his breaking point, emotionally and physically, which might spell trouble for a certain kappa…

Degausser - by SHADESofDEATHxx; WIP, 5/?, 26k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Characters: Pete | Jack, Claire the Farmer, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Gray, Cliff, Jennifer, Popuri, Rick, Karen, Kai, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Mineral Town Residents Additional Tags: Redemption, Fresh Start, Loneliness, Angst, Self-Loathing, Self-Acceptance, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Drug Use, Self-Harm, Multiple Pairings Summary: Those that live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones – but that’s all Jack and Claire ever knew up until a series of half-lit cruel intentions landed them on the ferry to the desolate island of Mineral Town. After all, it was certainly easier to cast judgment unto others than it was to face the skeletons in your own closet. And surely no one would have an ill word to say about a brooding playboy and an immature party girl taking over the once-great farm that founded and funded their small town, right?

The Boys - by juggalombre; WIP, 12/?, 16k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: M/M, Multi Fandoms: Harvest Moon DS/Cute Characters: Original Male Character(s), Carter the Archeologist, Flora, Marlin | Mash, Vesta, Takakura, Galen | Guri, Nina, Griffin | Garfan, Muffy, Witch Princess, Harvest Goddess Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Slice of Life, Slow Burn, Pining, Forget-Me-Not Valley, Alcohol Summary: Jazzebel (Jazz for short) is a city boy down on his luck and at the end of his rope… and what else is a depressed city slicker to do besides drop out of school, move out of the city, and settle down in a freshly-abandoned farmhouse in a quaint little country valley?

Ebic Farming Momence - by Zonerz; WIP, 2/?, 4.9k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: M/M, Other Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town, Pioneers of Olive Town Relationship: Male Farmer/Ludus; Characters: Male Farmer (Olive Town), Male Farmer | Yuto, Mineral Town one thos is Lea and Olive town is Kasey teehee, OC time ✌, Ludus, might add more if I end up making more, I have a girlie from Animal Parade who is the eldest sister of these two so Additional Tags: Family Drama, Fluff, Sparring, These are just some drabbles I did for funsies, bc I ended up making lore for all my harvest moon farmers Summary: Just a collection of drabbles that I may build up with my current three farmers Kia, Lea, and Kasey bc I cannot stop myself from making OCs out of everything o7 o7 o7 Kia and Lea are siblings and Kasey's their troublesome little step-brother and boy howdy things are wild. But they all end up farmers ironically, tho all for different reasons 💖💖💖

Island of Sanctuary - by Mai_Blade; WIP, 3/?, 3.3k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Category: F/M Fandom: Island of Happiness Relationships: Reader & Other(s), Other Relationship Tags to Be Added; Characters: Reader, Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, POV Multiple, Multiple Pairings, Angst and Tragedy, Blood and Gore, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Don't copy to another site, mentions of bullying, referenced suicidal feelings Summary: An island is a piece of land surrounded by water, a thing separate from the mainland. Fate brought you to an abandoned one, and you've helped bring it back to life. When the dead walk the earth, the island you call home becomes a defensible place, a refuge. A sanctuary. But. Even here, death comes.

And one Not Safe For Tumblr fic by TheFallen1986

#fresh crop monday #harvest moon #story of seasons #friends of mineral town #island of happiness #pioneers of olive town #hm ds #hm ds cute

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daydreamgoddess14 · 2 months ago

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The Ties that Bind - Chapter 5

Anyone fancy a bit of Monday heartbreak? 😢

So I'm fairly certain this is the penultimate chapter, I've got an insane week at work this week so I wanted to get this posted so I could start fresh once I recover from real life 😅

Enjoy, let me know your thoughts!

Tagging: @thomasshelbyswife @cillmequick

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4

Masterlist

Chapter 5

What appeared as twilight from the safety of the kitchen, was more like the depths of night outside. The air was cool and they’d both left the house in only the clothes they were wearing. Seren still had sneakers on, but David was in slippers. They ran into the nearest field, the grasses were as high as Seren’s shoulders in places and the ground uneven. The crops slapped her face and neck as she ran, feet pounding into the soft ground. Deep in the field, David pulled her down.

“I need to get hold of First Desk. Do you have your phone, did you call him?” He asked. Seren felt her pocket, her face ashen in the moonlight.

“Shit. Shit, it’s gone. Oh god, what the hell do they want? What the hell is First Desk?” She hissed.

“They want me. I’m afraid River and I haven’t been entirely honest with you. But there’s no time for that, we need to keep going. You know the furthest barn?” Seren nodded. “Get there, don’t wait, just go.”

“I’m not leaving you behind.”

“You will if I damn well tell you to.” David instructed.

“I will not and you can’t make me. Let’s go.” Seren gripped the iron poker tighter in her hand and rose to her feet. They both moved off as fast as they could, the barn a few hundred meters away. As they ran further and deeper into the field, David struggled. His feet slipped inside his slippers and the ground got more boggy. She took his hand and pulled him with her. “Come on, come on,” she begged. “I've got you.” She could hear voices behind them, keeping their distance on the edges of the field.

“You must go, get the First Desk and tell them we're compromised. Tell them to send that new chap, Lamb, I've heard he's handy in a sticky spot.” Seren's heart fell as she realised she'd lost him to the confines of his mind.

“We can get there together,” she cringed as she attempted to play along, “First Desk are way out of my league.”

“True enough. You don't have clearance anyway.” Clearance? Her mind ran, desperately unable to keep up with wherever David was and their actual situation. “We need dogs here as soon as they can, and likely a clean up team.” Seren felt her breathing shallow and her eyes filled with tears. She swallowed and tried to regain control, tried to inhale fully and steady herself. She could feel the creeping terror of a panic attack trying to edge its way into her mind but was determined to keep it at bay.

“Let's keep going, we're nearly at the barn.” She half dragged him the last hundred metres and pulled at the door. The barn was filled with hay bales at various heights, Seren breathed a sigh of relief that there were no unruly farm animals. They pulled the door closed together and she tucked David safely behind a stack a few rows in. She went to check how closely they'd been followed. She hoped the thieves hadn't bothered giving chase, a ransacked house was one thing but she wasn't sure how she'd explain to River if David was injured - or worse. As she rounded the corner to see if there was a way to barricade the door, it swung open. Seren hid behind the nearest hay bale and held her breath. The man whistled as he entered, casually peering around the large barn as if he had all the time in the world. Seren held the poker tightly in her hands and she moved silently deeper into the barn. The man started to lunge around corners, trying to catch her out, make her jump.

“No point dragging this out, get out here and bring the old bastard with you.” He taunted. Seren's blood ran cold. She could hear him closing in on the stack she hid behind and felt a desperate need to get him further away from David, as far away as she could. As he rounded the corner, she aimed the poker at his midsection, swinging it like a bat. The impact sent vibrations through her hands and up her arms. The poker dropped to the floor alongside the man who dropped to his knees. Seren ran for the door. If she could lead him out and away, she could keep David safe. Or safer. She flew past him, feet pounding on the dusty floor, he wasn't far behind though and as she reached the wide space in front of the open doors, he grabbed her ankle and she hit the ground face first. Winded by the fall, she groaned into the dirt. She rolled onto her back and scrambled to her feet, balling her hand into a fist, she threw a punch to his jaw. She quickly realised her error as pain shot through her hand and the thumb she'd captured between her palm and fingers. He shook off her punch and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her high enough that her tiptoes scraped the floor looking for purchase. Black started to creep into the edges of her vision as his hand tightened and her breathing was more constricted. She could feel her consciousness slipping away, and then she heard a female voice.

“Oh for god's sake Duffy, put the girl down. I thought we were going for low key?” The man brought her down a fraction.

“Put her down now!” David bellowed, hitting the man on the back of the head with the handle of his pistol. Seren tumbled to the floor, the man dropping her as he clutched at the back of his head. The woman spoke up again.

“Gun down please, David.” She said sternly. Seren clutched her throat, still unable to drag enough air into her lungs. The panic attack and hyperventilating she'd managed to stave off were beginning to take hold. Somewhere in her semi consciousness she heard more voices and an overhead light came on. She hid her face in her hands, blinking away the bright light.

“Isn't this all a bit much Di?”

“Fuck off, Lamb, we had this under control.”

“Grandad, please put the gun down.”

“Don't make me laugh, you can't control your own bowel movements, Duffy. Diana, this is an overreaction and you know it.”

“Can you both stop bickering, I do not have the energy for this.” Nestled amongst the raised voices and arguing which she could barely hear over the sound of her ragged breathing and the blood rushing in her ears, Seren heard a familiar voice. A body crouched down next to her, lifting her to sit more upright.

“Come on darling girl, sit up.” She saw two David's in her eyeline and shook her head.

“Two of you,” she croaked, her breathing still not under control.

“That'll be the lack of oxygen, can you breathe more deeply?” David placed his hands on her upper arms and tried to encourage her to slow down. In the corner of her eye, she saw the man who'd choked her with a gun pointed at David.

“No, no,” she tried to shout. She shuffled to her feet and tried to put herself between the gun and David.

“Fucks sake, can we decide what the fuck we're doing here?” The man growled, the gun firmly aimed at Seren.

“What the fuck, Duffy? Put the fucking gun down.” Seren soon had River's body between her and the gun and found herself looking at the rough pattern of his jacket. He had an arm pushed out behind him, keeping her hidden by his body. She swayed on the spot and felt David gently guide her back to the floor. With her eyes adjusted to the light and her breathing steadily becoming more even, Seren started to pay more attention. River still had his back to her, David sat by her side.

“Let's put the dog back in his cage eh, Di? Seems the old bastard has his faculties for now so shall we try and talk like grown ups?” A bedraggled looking man standing near River spoke up.

“Suddenly the voice of reason, Lamb?” The man they called Duffy sneered.

“Well yeah, actually, I'm bloody hungry. A man's gotta eat.”

“Shut up both of you.” The woman said sharply. She was dressed impeccably, despite their location. She looked around the standing bodies to David. “Are you with us, Cartwright?”

“I am currently, Diana, yes. Though I can't guarantee for how long. I assume you're here to kill me?” David patted Seren reassuringly on the shoulder and got to his feet. The woman hummed.

“It was my intention, yes. It's becoming increasingly apparent that you don't have the mental capacity to keep certain things quiet any longer.”

“It's true, my mind is not what it once was. But I've given nothing away, the girl is evidence of that. She's completely in the dark.”

“Until now.”

“Yes, well, blame your dogs for that. Watching us for months, putting us on edge.” They fell silent.

“Where do we go from here then?” The scruffy man asked, lighting a cigarette. “Would you like us to shoot you once you've had it, Di?”

“No I bloody would not.”

“Bit of a dick move expecting the old bastard to get it then? And I don't even like him.”

“Your opinion is noted, Lamb.”

“Ma'am, may I-” River started.

“Fucking hell Cartwright, we were just getting somewhere.” Lamb interrupted.

“Let him speak, River has my power of attorney, I trust him to speak for me.” David said wearily. The woman rolled her eyes and gestured for River to continue.

“He's right, he's not given up any information even on his worst days. Please,” he pleaded, “please don't kill him. Can we have a service approved carer? Regular reviews, anything?”

“Lamb?”

“Don't look at me, I want fuck all to do with this.”

“But you agree with the suggestion?”

“If you kill him, you're setting a precedent for how you or I will be treated when we lose our marbles. I for one want to die drunk in bed covered in Chinese takeaway, not shot by this moron.” He pointed at Duffy. The woman looked at her watch impatiently.

“Fine. But if anything goes wrong, it comes back on you, Cartwright, and he,” she pointed at David, “won't be able to save you this time.” River nodded obediently.

“Yes ma'am, understood.”

“I think we're done here. Clean up the fallout Cartwright.”

“No more dogs?” Lamb asked. The woman hesitated and he looked pointedly at her.

“No more dogs, you have my word.”

“Glad we're all in agreement, now fuck off Duffy.” Lamb clapped his hands and shooed the other man toward the door. The woman and Duffy left, leaving Seren with the two Cartwrights and Lamb.

“The girl needs hospital.” Lamb told River.

“‘m fine,” she shook her head, making it ache again. He knelt down in front of her, Seren could see his sallow skin and greasy, lank hair. He looked at her neck, mottled with purple bruises, and her hand, swollen and misshapen. River watched over them, he still hadn't spoken to or approached Seren himself.

“You need x-rays. Your thumb is broken and you need your wrist strapping up. Go alone,”

“She's not going alone.” River stated.

“Want to be arrested for beating up your girlfriend?” Lamb asked, “cos that's what they'll think.” He turned back to Seren, “you go alone. Tell them you were mugged and a police liaison officer will be taking a statement tomorrow. Then get yourself off home, plenty of painkillers and some sleep. Cold water for your throat.” He stood back up. “We, gentlemen, have got some shit to work out.”

“Can I at least take her to the hospital?” River asked. Seren could feel the anger bubbling up, sick of being called ‘girl’ and ‘her’.

“Drop her at the door, you'd better come back with food.”

“I'm not going anywhere until someone explains what the fuck just happened?” Seren said as loudly as she could manage. The men fell silent. “River?” He looked between Seren and Lamb, loyalties torn. “This is ridiculous,” she turned to David who looked exhausted. Despite her anger, she couldn't help but want to help him. “Come on, let's get you home.” She took his arm with her good hand and led him slowly outside. River's car was abandoned outside with the doors wide open and the engine running. She helped David into the front seat and sat in the back waiting for the others. It was a matter of seconds back to the house along the gravel track. With River trying to catch her eye in the mirror, Seren wished she'd put David in the car and walked. She needed time to process what she'd heard and seen, but her anger was too great to ignore and she had too many questions to walk away. In the house, Seren assessed the damage. The back door had been kicked in and the route from the back door to the front door looked like the path of a tornado. Lamb started opening cupboards. “There's food in the fridge.” She told him, sinking into the armchair in the kitchen. She was freezing, so she pulled her hoodie (River's hoodie) from the back of the chair and slipped her arms into it, pulling it around her. David came in from the sitting room with the whiskey decanter while River followed with glasses. He handed her a tumbler with a few generous fingers of single malt in the bottom but she couldn't bring herself to look at him. She stayed in the armchair, legs pulled up like a shield while the others sat around the table. Lamb tucked into the pie she'd made earlier.

“So, what do you want to know?” David asked.

“Everything. How long have you been lying to me?” Her throat hurt, her voice was low and husky. David shook his head.

“It wasn't a lie,” he stressed.

“We're MI5.” River told her. Across the table Lamb leaned back in his chair and threw up his hands.

“So much for anonymity.” River ignored him.

“This is my… boss.”

“The woman? And the thug?”

“Everyone's boss. She's interim head of MI5. He is actually just a thug, we call them dogs. They're usually carrying out her dirty work.” Seren stared at him.

“The dogs? You brushed me off when I told you what David said-”

“I know. I was wrong.”

“Fucking hell, Cartwright, it must be love if you're admitting you were wrong about something.”

“Love?” David queried.

“Do you mind?” Seren snapped at Lamb. “I think we've more important things to discuss.”

“I like this one, she's feisty.”

“Fuck you.” She glared.

“Got a bit of heartburn, better not.”

“So what, why was she here?”

“They thought it easier if I were dead. I once had Diana Taverner's job. I have a lot of information, a lot of secrets that they don't want escaping as I deteriorate.”

“That's true? They came to kill you?” She was incredulous, it sounded too far-fetched to be true. “And you knew? You knew we were in danger?” She turned to River. He went to speak but she got there first. “So what the fuck was I? Collateral damage?”

“No! God, no. Seren I didn't mean for you to be in any danger-” Seren stood up abruptly and downed her drink. Already unsteady on her feet, the alcohol didn't help. “Wait, you can't drive, let me take you?”

“I'm fine.”

“Seren, please?”

“I'd listen to him. I don't tend to, but I can't see you making it to the hospital on your own steam.” Lamb pointed out. Her shoulders dropped, she knew he was right. “Get back here sharpish. No dawdling.” He warned River.

In the car, Seren sat as close to the door as she could get and stared out of the window. River watched her carefully, only taking his eyes off her when the road demanded his attention.

“I'm sorry,” he said quietly, grateful that they were finally alone and he could speak freely. She didn't respond. She cradled her bad wrist in her good hand, she was shivering so he turned up the heat. As she turned slightly to acknowledge the extra warmth, he could see the tears in her eyes. She swallowed thickly, trying not to let them fall, but the pain in her throat made her grimace. They pulled up at the hospital, the bright lights of the A&E department bursting through the darkness. He reached out to place a hand on her thigh and when she flinched, his heart sank. “I'll pick you up when you're done?”

“I don't have my phone-”

“Here, take mine,” he scrambled in his pocket.

“I don't want your phone, or a lift, or anything to do with you.” She finally turned to look at him. “Don't contact me.” She looked completely betrayed.

“If that's what you want-” the car door slammed and he watched her slowly make her way to the entrance. He dragged his hands over his face and up into his hair, trying to shake off the desperate heartache of watching her walk out of his life. He sniffed and nodded firmly to himself. Time to clean up the fallout, like he'd been told. At the house, neither Lamb nor the elder Cartwright had made any attempt to straighten out the mess Duffy had made. Under duress, David had agreed to a service approved and chosen carer who would report weekly to Lamb and Taverner and daily to River. He would no longer be assessed by his own GP, but by a private MI5 doctor and he would undergo rigorous bi-monthly tests to track his health more closely. By the time Lamb left, River wasn't sure David had an ounce of privacy left - something he knew Seren would have advocated for. He wondered if he'd given up David's freedom too easily but decided, in the absence of Seren's guidance, that it was either this or give up David's life. He knew which he preferred.

“I'm proud of you my boy.” David told him as River helped him into bed.

“I didn't do anything.”

“You came when we needed you. How's Seren?” River shrugged.

“She doesn't want anything to do with me. With us.”

“She'll come around.”

“I don't think she will.”

“You like her?” River looked away, “I may be old but I'm not stupid. I heard two people climb the stairs a few weeks ago. And I heard that bloody car of hers leave at some ungodly hour. The way you look at her, I used to look at Rose like that.”

“Sorry grandad,” River sighed.

“I'm not angry. She's good for you. For both of us.”

“Yeah well, not anymore. We start again with someone new.” David frowned.

“We'll see about that. Get some rest.”

“You too old man. G'night.” River closed the door quietly and set about clearing up the mess. He wedged the back door closed as best he could, swept up broken glass and righted everything that had been knocked over. He found Seren's phone in the front porch, her bag in the kitchen, her book in the sitting room. She was scattered around the house, hair ties by the kitchen sink, a notepad on the coffee table, her favourite chocolate in the fridge. He left everything where it was, apart from the phone which he put by her bag, then he fell into a dreamless sleep on the sofa. He was woken by shuffling sounds from the kitchen and hushed voices. Bleary eyed, he wandered in to see Seren handing a taxi driver a tenner from her purse. The man thanked her and left, raising his hand in a wave to River as he did. Seren spun around to face him.

“Thought you'd be asleep.”

“How are you?”

“Sprained wrist, broken thumb, bruises.”

“Your body combat teacher will be chuffed.”

“I dick around in a dark room pretending to punch stuff. I've never actually hit anyone before.” She muttered.

“You look tired.”

“Thanks, you look like shit too.”

“Why don't you get some sleep in my room?” Seren raised an eyebrow, “alone, I mean.” She shook her head.

“I need to go,” she took her bag and keys from the table, shoving her battered phone in her pocket. “Tell him I said goodbye.” Her voice cracked and he reached for her, placing a gentle hand on her arm.

“Seren-” he said softly. By the time she turned back to him, she'd regained her composure though the tears she'd tried to hide rolled down her cheeks.

“Don't say my name like that. Don't speak to me like I mean anything to you. You've made me a fool. I knew I shouldn't have let you win me over, I knew I should have stayed out of your way. I don’t want to see you again, goodbye River.” She pulled her arm out of his grasp and left him on the kitchen doorstep as her car spluttered to life and roared down the drive.

Chapter 6

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P&C | Ch. 15: You Don't Want Me?

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11 p.m.

“OH MY GOD, how I missed the feeling of fresh air,” Tae whines, virtually sprinting out of the hospital. It has been a month since we were placed in the labour and delivery unit, but, the adjustments to the hectic workload have yet to be made. All I can say is that nursing is not for the weak. We have weekly clinicals on Mondays and Fridays, each lasting eight hours. Because Tae and I are both night owls, we picked the night shifts. I would rather be dead on a stick than wake up at 5 am to work for free.

“Tae, be careful it's dark out there,” I yell out from the entrance, shivering in my scrubs. He looks like a child, skipping side to side, waving his hands at the passing airplane in the sky.

“Miraya, hurry up, the train is gonna leave soon,” Tae says, before pulling my backpack over his shoulder. He doesn’t have a car and I don’t have my licence so in terms of transportation, we rely on the late-night transit system. All is good until we stumble upon people who have consumed too much alcohol or indulged in some illegal substances at our station.

“Stay close to me, ok?” Tae whispers as the train doors lock. Putting on my earphones, I lower my head, eyes focused on the Pepsi can rolling down the aisle. Succumbing to the fatigue I can feel my eyelids getting heavy, before dozing off on Tae’s shoulder.

Knock Knock Knock

Shifting in my bed I let out a deep sigh as my body trembles from the long stretch. The sun is barely out as the clock strikes 6 a.m. Making my way towards the door, hair in a messy bun and body covered in a Hello Kitty robe I look at the peak hole.

“Jungkook, what on God’s green earth are you doing here?” I whisper, pulling him inside.

“Get ready Peaches, we’re going to the gym,” he exclaims, placing his bag on the table. Left dumbfounded, I try to analyze his face, searching for any hints of this being a joke. Unfortunately, he looked pretty serious as he filled up my water bottle and packed some snacks to go.

“Pardon?” I scoff, hands now folded over my chest.

“Your clinicals finish too late, it’s a dangerous world out there,” he grins, pulling me closer by the robe string. Cupping my face he places a soft kiss on my forehead, before looking back at my face, which was still vividly confused.

“I have Tae,” I reply softly, eyes focused on him.

“Thank God for that, but you still need to learn some self-defence. Pretty girls know how to fight,” Jungkook chuckles, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

“I’m too tired Jungkook, please can we just sleep?” I whine into his embrace, arms tightening around his torso. With a soft smile, he leans his head back as I sneak in a few minutes of rest before being awakened once again.

Entering the gym we bow to the receptionist before Jungkook leads the way toward the boxing room which surprisingly, we were not the only ones occupying. Giving a quick smile to the girls stretching at the back, I begin unpacking my stuff. I am not dressed in proper gym attire because I simply don't own one, so a white crop top and black sweatpants had to do. Jungkook, on the other hand, blended right in with his black muscle tee and red boxer shorts. Making sure the gloves were not too tight on my hand, he clasps the velcro in place before going through some preliminary stretches.

“Okay Peaches, if someone comes up behind you and grabs you by the shoulders, what will you do?” Jungkook asks, proceeding to stand in the hypothetical position.

“Curse them out? I don't know,” I sigh, shaking my head, body still tired from the night before.

“Miraya, you have to focus please,” he whispers into my ear, hands gliding down to my waist as I flinch at his bare touch. Grabbing my hand he attaches it to his, signalling the twisting motion of his arm.

“Twisting their hand will buy you some time to run,” he explains, gaze focused on my concentrated expression.

“If you want, you can also kick them in the balls, that'll definitely get them,” Jungkook chuckles as I sigh at his energetic state.

“Why can't you just be with me at all times?” I whine, leaning into his chest and placing my arms around his neck.

“You have those dreams too?” he grins, tightening the grip on my waist as I can't help but roll my eyes at his teasing.

“Mira, do you want anything from the cafeteria?” Tae asks as we make our way toward the lunchroom. Today has been extremely difficult, both emotionally and physically. An older “gentleman” spit right at me, insisting to see a real doctor. While another one made me chase him around the room before I could get his vitals.

“Just some coffee please,” I reply with a soft smile. Unpacking my meal prep, I offer Hanbin a seat at our table since he was the only other group member from our cohort. With the hectic workload, we barely get time to actually get to know our coworkers, so small chit-chats over lunch will have to suffice.

“So, are you enjoying nursing so far?” I break the awkward silence, as Hanbin heats his food.

“If you consider mental breakdowns enjoyable then yeah, sure” he chuckles, leaning back on the cupboard.

“So real, I don’t remember the last time I smiled, to be honest,” I giggle, taking a bite of my salmon.

“But, hey, at least we have the Winter Formal,” he replies with a grin.

“Oh, that’s right, I almost forgot,”

Remembering how excited Tae was about this dance, I realized that I was not prepared for it at all. I guess I got so caught up in all the schoolwork that it completely slipped my mind. Plus, I’m not much of a party animal unless a drop of alcohol enters my system, then, there’s just no going back for me.

“No worries, have you thought about your plus one?” Hanbin chuckles, bringing his chair closer to mine, gaze focused on my lips. Technically, nothing happened but suddenly the ambience of the room felt different. Moving my stuff closer, I reply with a soft smile before Tae barges in with coffee in one hand and a sticky note in another.

“What took you so long?” I let out a relieved sigh, eyes locked on Tae’s, hoping he could also sense the tension in the room.

“I just got myself a date for the Formal,” he grins, parading the yellow piece of paper. Taking a seat between Hanbin and I, he takes a bite of my salmon with no questions asked. Before I can slap his forearm, he calls a truce with the hot coffee in front of me.

“This whole time you were flirting with some stranger?” I sigh, rolling my eyes at his teasing smile.

“A sexy, tall, blonde stranger,” he adds, poking my nose as I huff at his childishness. “Anyways, what were you guys talking about?”

“Oh, I was just asking Mira about her plus one for the Formal,” Hanbin says, both of their eyes now focused on my blank face. Obviously, my mind went straight to Jungkook, but I doubt he would be interested, especially since he wouldn’t know anyone there aside from Tae and I.

“Surely, it will be Jungkook,” Tae’s voice interrupts my thoughts as Hanbin lets out a soft gasp. Trying to avoid eye contact with either of them, I busy myself with the rest of my lunch.

“Jungkook? Is that your boyfriend?” he asks softly, leaning back on his chair as Tae proceeds to nod his head.

“Yeah, they’re basically dating,” Tae exclaims, looking back at my dumbfounded expression with a teasing grin. It seems like I have no say in the conversation about my life, as my attempt at clearing things up is interrupted by the sound of a pager.

“That’s a wrap everyone,” Tae chuckles as we rush back to our unit base.

Mira: Hey, are you busy?

Jungkook: Just finishing up at the gym, what’s up?

Mira: You don’t have to but, if you are free on Friday, do you want to go to the Winter Formal?

Jungkook: With you?

Mira: … well don’t sound so excited -_-

Jungkook: No, I mean as your date?

Mira: I guess? We don’t have to put any labels though.

Jungkook: I would love to ;)

Touching up my makeup, I scramble through the mess on the bathroom counter hoping to find the last Q-tip. I’ve never been good at makeup but thankfully, it seems that the beauty gurus have possessed my body today because smokey eyes have never been my forte. Taking the last set of curlers out of my hair, I’m interrupted by the knocks on the front door.

“Hi Peaches,” Jungkook grins, gaze focused on my Hello Kitty robe. That's the thing, I have yet to pick an outfit, I mean I have options but none of them left me in awe. He on the other hand looked really good. A tux does that to a guy, I guess. Waving him inside I hurry to my room, praying that a perfect outfit would just summon itself before I get there.

“Ok, what do you think, is this too much?” I say out of breath from all the adrenaline. Walking out in a black silk dress with a slit at the front, I nervously pat the sides of the waistline as a grin forms on Jungkook’s face. Nibbling on his rip rings, he can’t help but let out a small chuckle shaking his head.

“Hello? How do I look?” I scoff at his teasing.

“Hot, but you look better under me,” he finally says, before pulling my form on his lap.

“Ok, that’s enough. Do you think it’s too much though?” I say softly, trying to ignore the tension building between our close proximity.

“I can fight, Peaches. Wear whatever you want,” he whispers into my ear before placing a small kiss on the soft skin, tightening his grip on my waist.

Entering the hall decorated in a beautiful white and blue palette, Jungkook and I wave to Tae who was accompanied by a mysterious blondie. It’s obvious that the student council did not hold back on the budget, I mean there was live music, an array of various cuisines and a whole ice sculpture just plopped at the entrance. I guess our tuition is being used for a good cause.

“Sheesh, you guys do look like a couple, is there something you aren’t telling me?” Tae exclaims, looking us up and down before placing his hand around the girl next to him.

“This is Minji, she is also a student nurse but her placement is in the ICU,” he says excitedly, boxy smile on full display.

“Pleasure to meet you Minji, I’m Mira and this is Jungkook,” I say, reaching out for a handshake, as Jungkook gives her a small smile. She was wearing a lacey, mini-pink dress with a sweetheart neckline. Side by side we would look like an epitome of yin-yang, just light and darkness.

“Pleasure is all mine, Tae has told me all about you,” she replies, leaning into his chest as he welcomes her into a soft embrace. Letting out an awkward chuckle, I can’t help but think about the tea he must have spilled with his blabbermouth. My thoughts, however, are interrupted by the sudden feeling of a hand on my back. Flinching at the sensation, I naturally turn to Jungkook, gaze focused on his confused face as he lets out a soft hum.

“Hi guys,” Hanbin says, wrapping his hands around Tae and I’s shoulders, before focusing his gaze on Jungkook who was already looking directly at him. Moving my body closer to his, Junkook rests his hands on my waist, tracing little circles on the fabric.

“You must be the Jungkook,” Hanbin exclaims with a grin, before reaching in for a handshake which Jungkook quickly declines with a slight nod.

“And you would be?”

“Oh, I’m Hanbin, has Mira never mentioned me?” Hanbin asks, letting out a small chuckle before meeting my eyes.

“Never,” Jungkook scoffs, leaning his head on mine.

“Well, I would kill for a drink right now,” I say promptly, feeling the tension rise between the two men. Meeting Tae’s eyes, I plead for assistance as he quickly ushers Hanbin and Minji inside. Following them I pull Jungkook’s arm, trying to avoid his eyes which are now filled with questions.

“Oh shoot,” I softly yelp, tripping over my slippers as Jungkook leads my tipsy self to the bedroom. The party was a blast, we danced, ate, talked, and most importantly drank. Well, Tae and I did. Jungkook settled for a can of Coke as our responsible designated driver.

“Miraya, where is your towel?” he asks, rummaging through the aftermath of my outfit selection fiasco. Handing me a pink towel, we walk towards the bathroom as he stops at the door.

“Jungkook, I need help,” I whine, eyes irritated by the bright light.

“Peaches, you can do it yourself,” he exclaims, resting his head on the doorframe before succumbing to my cries. Moving my hair out of the way his hands find the dress zipper before slowly pulling it down. I flinch at the feeling of his soft breath on my exposed back, turning my gaze towards his dark orbs.

“Thank you,” I whisper, letting out a small smile, before pushing him out of the bathroom.

Unable to respond as the door slams shut, Jungkook plops his fatigued body onto the bed, careful not to get it dirty. Scanning the room, he grins at the plethora of baby photos hanging on the wall before coming in for a closer look.

“So, you’ve always been cute,” he chuckles, looking back at my freshly bathed self. Hair wrapped in a towel, I was repping my iconic Barbie pyjamas before virtually melting into the soft duvet. Still tipsy, I pull him over, leaving no space between us as a soft frown forms on his face.

“Hanbin … does he bother you?” Jungkook says, eyes lowered on my hands.

“No, we just work in the same unit,” I mumble, letting out a small yawn.

“So, he has never made a move on you?” he says, eyes now focused on mine.

“God no, Jungkook, what are you on?” I scoff, falling back on the soft pillows, as my eyes finally rest.

“Well I don’t know, he seemed very comfortable tonight,” he explains, as I reach for his hand.

“Jungkook, I want you,” I whine softly, eyes barely staying open as my fingers intertwine with his. Surprised by the sudden flashlight, I look up at the phone camera in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I yelp, pulling the duvet over my face.

“Recording this for evidence or else you won’t believe me tomorrow,” he grins, placing the phone back on the night table.

“What? You don’t want me?” I say, eyes peeking through the covers. Scoffing at the remark, he can’t help but shake his head with a grin, before moving in closer.

“That’s not fair, you know exactly what I want and what I need, Peaches”

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