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hashoterhatov · 4 years ago

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Hidden talent | כישרון חבוי

You discover that your husband has been hiding something from you.

Eitan Konfino X Female reader

You pushed your way through the doors of the Petah Tikva police station, Danny’s lunchbox in hand. It was surprisingly empty at the front desk, Corinne being absent from her usual spot at the counter.

“(Y/n).” Yaacov Rabi appeared next to you with a surprised look on his face. “What brings you here today?”

“Oh, good morning Rabi.” You held the box in the air and smiled. “Yona asked me if I could drop Danny’s lunch off. I also had to fetch some papers from my desk.”

“Ah, okay. He should be in the breakroom. How’s everything with… You know…” He gestured towards your bulging stomach and you smiled, putting a hand underneath it.

“Coping.” you mused, “The baby is getting heavier each day, but we’re nearly there.”

“I can see. Every time I see you, your belly is bigger and bigger.”

The chief officer had such a way with words...

“I know.” you replied, “I hope it will disappear as soon as the baby is born, though.”

“Just a month and a half left, (Y/n). You will be fine. Do you already know when you will return to the station?”

You let out a laugh, but there was no humour in it. “No, Rabi. In all honesty, I haven’t thought about work in weeks.”

“Well, God bless you.” he told you, “I won’t hold you back any longer. If you find Danny, tell him his break is almost over, will you? And he needs to come see me as soon as he can.”

You gave him a nod before he went on with his work again.

Walking on through the police station, you soon found Danny and Corinne lounging on the sofa, Corinne’s legs pulled up, sprawled on Danny’s lap.

One of her feet was bare and Danny was working his hands over it, squeezing and massaging it firmly. His girlfriend seemed to thoroughly enjoy it, eyes closed, head thrown back to rest against the sofa.

“Hey there, lovebirds.” you greeted, smiling. As if they hadn’t heard you approaching, their heads shot up to see you, Danny’s fingers pulling back from Corinne’s feet as if stung by a bee.

“(Y/n)!”

“Your mother asked me to bring you your lunchbox, but from what I see, you’re too busy to eat.” you mused softly, grinning from ear to ear at the sweet couple in front of you.

“Oh, thank you.” he said. “Uh… Please don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”

“Why not?” you said with a smile. “It’s sweet, I don’t judge you.”

“How did you even get this good at giving foot massages?” Corinne sighed. “I learnt it in Sweden.” She huffed out a laugh. “No, seriously.”

Danny took her foot into his hands again, working some oil over it. “When I was young, my father made my brothers and I massage his feet while he was watching the news. They stank like a shoe sole and the smell stuck to me all throughout my teenage years, but I mastered the craft.”

“Hold up.” you interrupted, holding up your hand, the other resting under your swollen stomach. ”You’re telling me that Eitan is a master at giving foot massages, too?”

Danny shrugged. “I suppose so. Dad always asked him to do it most often. He never told you?”

“No...? If I had known, I would’ve asked him for massages countless times already. Especially with the current state of my ankles. I can’t believe he hasn’t told me!”

Corinne hummed. “Perhaps he’s embarrassed about it?”

“Why would he be?” “Because he had to massage my father’s feet.” Danny said.

“Why would that be embarrassing?” you quizzed out loud. “Well, you know… Men.” Corinne said, rolling her eyes with a smile on her lips.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Danny protested, and you let out a laugh.

“Well, I will leave you two to it. Oh, Yona asked if you will eat at home tonight.”

“Corinne invited me over, so no.” “Okay, got it.” you said, “And Rabi told me to send you into his office soon.”

Danny let out an exasperated sigh. “What does he want now? Doesn’t he know I’m busy?”

An amused hum left you. “See you later.” “Bye (Y/n)!” Corinne greeted, waving as you left the premises, but not before grabbing the documents you came for in the first place.

A few hours later, you returned home from visiting the paternal home of the Konfino’s and placed down your bag on the floor before kicking off your shoes.

The house was already filled with the scent of food and you eagerly waddled to the kitchen, hands supporting your stomach. For a second, you stood on the threshold, admiring the sight of your husband.

“Hey handsome!” Your presence startled him a little, but he soon relaxed and a wide smile tugged at his lips. He turned the stove on low before turning to you, leaning down to kiss you briefly.

“Good afternoon baby and baby.” He cradled your tummy and pressed his forehead to yours. “How are you two doing?”

“Just fine.” you said with a gentle smile, bringing one of your hands up to tangle your fingers into his thick hair before letting it slide to his cheek, thumbing at his jaw. “Baby has been practising his summersaults today.”

“And my other baby?” You sighed and rubbed your nose against Eti’s. “Your other baby is very tired of hauling around all this weight.” “Did my mother pamper you at least a little?” he quizzed.

“She made me babka. How did she know that I’d been craving that all week?” A knowing twinkle shimmered in his dark eyes before Eitan pressed a soft kiss on your lips, turning back to the stove again, because no matter how much he wanted to cuddle you, the last thing he wanted was for you to be hungry.

“Who knows.” “Mujadara…” you said in awe, staring at the dish he was making. “That looks good.”

A pink blush appeared on Eti’s cheeks. “Well, I read somewhere that lentils are rich in folic acid, which is really important for brain development of babies.”

“That’s so thoughtful of you.” you whispered, kissing his cheek. He hummed in reply, almost shyly so, before you went to lay the table.

A few minutes later, dinner was served, and you were happily munching on your food while discussing how your day went;

“Rabi asked when I would return back to work again.” you mentioned, causing Eitan to scoff. “You’re heavily pregnant and that’s all your boss cares about? What a schmuck .” “Sadly.” you sighed, taking a sip of water. “Going back to work hasn’t even been on my mind.”

Eitan nodded and a soft smile tugged at his lips. “I still can’t believe that in a few weeks, we won’t be eating dinner with just the two of us anymore.”

He reached over the table and laid his hand on yours, causing you to blush. “Well, it’s not like the baby will eat solid foods right away.”

“I know,” Eti replied with a wink, “But still.”

You poked around your rice and took a few more bites before you were done eating. Your ankles were swollen and they caused you to sigh in discomfort.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Eti asked you. “Yes, just a little tired.” “Why don’t you lay down,” he suggested, “I will clean this up and join you on the sofa.”

You would’ve protested if it weren’t for a particularly hard kick to the inside of your uterus, causing you to grit your teeth in pain. “(Y/n)?” Eitan immediately quizzed in alarm, but you held up your hand to calm him down.

“I’m good, don’t worry.” you promised, standing up before wobbling to sit down on the sofa.

You laid down and rested your hands on your bulging stomach, gently rubbing at the skin through your shirt.

Sinking away in your thoughts, it felt only like a minute before Eti joined you, sitting down underneath your legs, resting his hands on your shins.

“Baby,” you began, “I had a conversation Danny today.” “Oh,” Eitan replied, interest piqued at the sudden mention of his older brother. “What of it?”

You looked at your husband with a slightly tilted head, reaching over for his hand. He took it and you guided it to lay it flat on your stomach, biting your bottom lip.

“Danny revealed a little family secret.” you told him. “Oh?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Which one?” You let out a laugh and hummed. “The one where it turns out that you’re experienced in giving foot massages.”

Eitan fell silent. “Oh.”

“What’s so bad about that, babe?” you softly quizzed, resting your hand on top of his.

He sighed and looked at his lap before speaking up. “Dad always made me and my brothers massage his feet while he was watching the news.” he explained. “Yes, Danny told me that.” you said.

“Well, I’m not very proud of that fact.” he said. “After all, it’s my dad! With his dirty, smelly, disgusting feet and unclipped toenails.”

“Why haven’t you told me?” “I thought it wouldn’t be relevant.” he admitted. “And so you deny me out of heavenly foot massages for years on end?”

He let out a light laugh and shrugged. “I believe so.”

“Well, it turns out you have talent. Danny said that Yizhar mostly asked you to do it.” Mischievously, Eitan raised an eyebrow. “You have already experienced what my fingers can do, (Y/n).”

A giggle left your lips at the innuendo. “I have. So… Why not put them to work?”

You wiggled your toes and he hummed, tracing his fingers over your calf. “Don’t you think it’s weird that I used to massage my father’s feet?”

“Of course not.” you assured him. “If anything, I think it’s sweet. And you should be very good at it. I’m sure your pregnant wife would love a foot rub now.”

“If that is your wish, then I certainly shall provide.” He moved your legs off his lap and stood to fetch some oil, returning soon enough.

He put a clean towel underneath your feet so there wouldn’t be any oil leaking onto his jeans and pushed your trousers higher up your legs, just past your calves.

Folding one arm behind your head, you took on a pose in which you could both inspect him and sit comfortably. Your other hand rested on your belly, supporting it.

Eitan spread a generous amount of baby oil over his palms before getting to work on your feet, first spreading it over the top and then on the bottom before taking one foot into his hands, gently squeezing to see how you would react.

You sighed in relief, smiling broadly at the feeling. “Wow… That’s even better than your shoulder massages.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask me to massage your feet sooner,” he admitted, “For you request shoulder and back massages occasionally.”

“It never sprung to mind.” you said, eyeing him through half-lidded eyes, for you wanted to look at him, but at the same time, you wanted to give in to the sensation. “Oh, that’s good …” you murmured when he ran his index finger on the spot underneath your toes, rubbing soft circles.

“Hush now, (Y/n)...” he whispered. “Just close your eyes and enjoy the feeling.”

Eitan gently took one of your ankles and gently moved around your foot in such a way that your joints relaxed, tendons being calmed in the process. His eyes were fixated upon you, a gentle smile on his features as his heart filled with all the love he felt for you.

You were absolutely stunning like this - your cheeks flushed, the exhaustion readable on your face, the curve of your lips and the way your hand cradled your swollen stomach. There was no way you could look any more perfect to him.

“I love you.” he murmured, and your eyes shot open at the confession.

“I love you, too.” you whispered back, voice tinier than before, as if you were close to falling asleep.

His eyes shimmered with love purely for you, momentarily going to your belly, and then up to your face again. “Just sleep, sweetheart.” he told you. “I will carry you to bed.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice.

Since he insisted, you gladly gave in to the calming caresses over your feet, lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

Eitan kept on massaging your feet and ankles until he was sure that you were asleep, then softly moved your legs away so he could stand, wiping his oily hands on the towel. Then, he leaned down, kissing your tummy, and then your forehead.

“I love you so much, (Y/n) Konfino.” he told you before scooping you up into his arms, carrying you to bed.

#eitan konfino #hashoter hatov #danny konfino

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seriyes-net · 4 years ago

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lesbienneanarchiste · 6 years ago

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Ive been watching hashoter hatov on netflix and i gotta say.... All of these people are simultaneously insane and yet relatable. I keep thinking "i am your jojoba oil"

Also corinne is immensely hot, please top me.

#yeah yeah i am not immune to propoganda whatever #i dont care i needed something stupid yet not actively obnoxious #ry watches trash

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netflixfr · 6 years ago

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hashoterhatov · 4 years ago

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A new perspective | נקודת מבט חדשה

He's the bad guy, and the fact that you're a cop won't change that. However, some things are worth fighting for, despite your differences.

Where Eitan shows up at the police station to apologise to you and promises you to be a better man.

Eitan Konfino X Female Reader

“You look like you haven’t slept in days.” Your head shot up from your desk and you were suddenly wide awake - in front of you stood Korin, her arms crossed, a worried expression on her face. “Are you alright, (Y/n)?”

A heavy sigh left your lips as you rubbed your eyes, hanging your head in shame. “I’m sorry about falling asleep. Don’t tell Rabi, please.” “Of course not.” she reassured you, “After all, Dubi sleeps on the job all the time, and he’s still here.”

For now, at least, you pondered about the whispers of Dubi’s rumoured resignation whilst leaning back into your chair, exhaling deeply whilst reaching for the papers you had been resting your head on, shuffling them into a neat pile.

“You never sleep on the job.” Korin mentioned, “Really, what’s going on? Is everything alright at home?”

You turned away and muttered something under your breath before shoving your chair closer to your desk, proceeding to grab a pen and start writing down some notes. “What was that?” Korin carefully quizzed, unable to hear you.

“I had a falling out with Eitan.” you said. “Time and time again, I’ve asked him to change his ways. The shady stuff, the strange businesses...”

“My brother will never change.” Danny invaded your conversation, entering the office with two cups of coffee in hand. “I enjoy having you as my future sister-in-law, (Y/n), but you need to know that he won’t change for you.” He handed one of the cups to Korin, then looked at the other one as if contemplating whether to give it to you, but upon noticing your somber expression, he placed it next to you. “Here, this will do you good.”

“Well, thanks for the reassurance, Danny.” you sighed. “At least you’ve got my back.”

“I would just hate to see you hurt.”

You turned to the picture on your desk - taken in Paris, you and Eitan, happily smiling at the camera. It had been your fourth anniversary, the vacation on which he asked you to marry him. Last summer seemed so long ago, especially with the knot of dread now growing in your gut ever since last night.

“(Y/n).” Yaacov Rabi’s head poked around the door and found you slouched at your desk. “There is someone for you.”

Your eyes widened. “Is it Eitan?” “Yes, and-” “Please tell him to go away.”

“He insisted that he needed to speak with you.”

“What is there to say?”

Catching a glimpse of your fiancé from behind the door, your heart clenched in your chest. His usual smug smirk was not present on his face, nor the scowl he usually wore when he was discontent with something. It was unusually sullen, and he captured your gaze for just a second.

You rose from your chair, brushing past Korin and Danny, who were looking from you to Rabi still standing on the threshold. “Do you need me to send him in?” “Let him go to the interrogation room.” you suggested, crossing your arms. “I will be right with him.”

Rabi closed the door on you and you immediately buried your face in your hands. A frustrated sigh left your lips and you threw your head into your neck, groaning.

“What happened, exactly?” Korin asked, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“He didn’t cheat on you, did he?” Danny quizzed, anger growing in his voice.

“Of course not.” you told him, “If he had done so, I would’ve let you know.”

You paused, scratching your upper arm awkwardly. “He ah… Eitan came home drunk last night. He had been drinking with Meyron. Wanted me to spend all the money we’ve been saving on some new invention Mey came up with. I said no, and he yelled at me, and he slept on the couch.”

“Well, that’s nothing different.” Danny commented, earning a death glare from you. “It’s a good thing you didn’t accept though. Meyron and his ideas have always been a little fishy to me.” he quickly added, rubbing his neck. “Remember the Torpita incident?”

“I’m going to the interrogation room to see what he wants.” you said, ignoring his question, making your way towards the main hall. “Good luck.” Korin told you, sincere worry audible in her voice.

You rested your hand on the doorknob before slowly opening it, Eitan sitting with his back turned to you. On the wall next to you, the one-sided see-through mirror reflected the expression on his face. Despite the bags underneath his eyes, he looked as ruggedly handsome as you knew him.

He turned around in his seat to face you, though still resting his arms on the table. You let out a shaky breath and approached him, folding your hands on your back.

“What are you doing here?” you asked with a cold voice. “I wanted to see you,” he explained. “I’m here to apologise.” “Here? You couldn’t have waited until I came back home from work?”

His eyes found yours and you felt your breath hitch for a second before you continued to walk around him, halting in front of the table, now fully turning to him. “I felt like you deserved an apology sooner than later.”

“Don’t you have a massive hangover?” you asked bitterly, “Shit, you were just so wasted last night.”

“I can fix it.”

“Can you?”

Your voice was so sharp that it made him stare at you for a few seconds in complete silence, lips slightly ajar before he blinked, shaking his head. “I understand that you’re mad, but please, give me another chance.”

“You insisted that I had to give my hard earned money, which I’ve been sitting on for such a long time, to your brother who has a shady business in the US somewhere!”

“I know, it was stupid. But it sounded like such a good idea yesterday and I couldn’t think straight. I never should’ve brought it up. I never should’ve gotten drunk. I never should’ve yelled at you.”

He swallowed thickly before resuming. “I’m sorry.” he said, “I really am.”

You rubbed your forehead in frustration, hiding the tears on the cusp of falling. “It’s always the same with you, Eitan. I love you, but… I will always be a cop, and despite you being my fiancé, I still disapprove of the businesses you meddle in.”

“I know.” “So why do you still do it?” you quizzed. “I don’t know.” he whispered. “It’s a vicious circle I can’t get out of, I…”

His gaze dropped to the table, where his hands were laid flat on the surface.

“I’ve been thinking and I’m certain of it. I need help, (Y/n). I want to change for you. You deserve a husband who loves you and can take care of you the correct way.”

Your eyes locked with his, yours filled with confusion, and then relief. “You will?”

“Of course.” he said, smiling a little. “Meeting you… Wanting you as my wife... I’ve always looked for purpose. Sought it in money, in gambling, in a lot of illegal activities, but… You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I want to be the husband you deserve, I want to be a father who our future children can be proud of.”

He reached forward towards you, even though there was still a table in between.

“Stand up.” you told him, and he did, before walking around the desk to face you.

“Can you forgive me?” he whispered, lowering himself on his knees. With his height, you only had to tilt your head down slightly, and you saw genuine guilt in his eyes.

“Please,” he whispered, “(Y/n), I want to change. I want to be the man you deserve.”

You sighed and cupped his cheek, softly stroking it. “I forgive you.” A smile broke out on his face, and you couldn’t help but mimic the expression. He wrapped his arms around you, still sitting on his knees, and embraced you tightly.

“I couldn’t be any happier.” he sighed as you buried your hand in his dark hair, fondly scraping your fingers against his scalp. You leaned down a little to kiss him and lightly brushed your lips against his, his fingers sliding up to your sides.

“Eti,” you whispered as he popped the first button of your light blue blouse, nimbly undoing the black radio off your shoulder. “What are you doing?”

He huffed out a laugh and moved to claim your mouth, tongue immediately requesting entry.

“Eti…” you warningly spoke, but it only spurred him on, his fingers undoing your shirt half-way, slipping into the heat of your bra. “I love it when you talk in that officer-voice of yours. It’s sexy…” he purred, softly sucking on your neck.

You threw your head back at the feeling and he nipped at your bare skin, smiling against you as he stood, arms wrapping around your butt to lift you up in the process - since he stood well above you, it was sometimes a bit tricky to kiss like this, but you were as light as a feather to him, making it no problem.

“Fuck, want to bend you over that interrogation table so badly.” Eitan murmured, hands unclasping your belt. “Make you feel so good…”

“I’m at work, babe…” you sighed, “We can’t…” “We’ll be quick. They won’t walk in on a private conversation.”

His dark eyes found yours, and the boyish smile on his face made your heart melt. “Okay,” you breathed, “Don’t make it too long.”

There was humour tangible in your voice and so he placed you upon the floor, having to break the up-close contact. Your hands felt small around the edge of his jeans, yet you undid them with practised ease. A tell-tale bulge pressed against the denim. You pushed it to his knees and brought your hand to cup his erection through his briefs, which was swelling steadily with need.

With a soft laugh, Eitan guided you towards the table, pressing against your lower back to bend you over it. You moved your pants down to reveal the glistening heat of your core, already preparing for him. “All for me?”

“No,” you joked, earning a sharp slap on your ass from him. You let out a sound between a yelp and a laugh. “You’re cheeky…” you sighed as he slipped off his underwear, taking his heavy length in his hand, pumping it up and down a few times before slipping a finger into your cunt, testing out your response.

“You’re so wet…” he grunted, “Fuck…” You wiggled your ass against him, his cock slipping between your asscheeks, soon resting on your lower back.

Eitan wasted no time - people would come looking - and so he entered you smoothly, and he bottomed out in one movement. You let out a soft moan, moving your hips into him. His fingers gripped at your ass, pulling you back against his body.

He hissed through his teeth and began thrusting into you at a steady pace.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room as he pounded into you relentlessly, hand slipping around your waist to fondle your clit. The girth of him never failed to split you in half, stuffing you to the brim.

“You’re so tight, baby.” Eitan groaned, gasping for air as you gripped on the desk, letting yourself completely be controlled by his strong hold on you. Your clit throbbed underneath his fingers and you inhaled sharply, stifling your moan as well as you could.

He swelled inside of you, nearly causing you to cum instantly. Pulses coursed through his length, making your toes tingle. The hand that had been fondling your clit came to rest on the back of your head, pulling your hair in a way that was just perfect.

“Eti…” you mewled, “You make me feel so good…”

He gritted his teeth and had to withhold every fibre of his being from orgasming at this very moment - he removed himself from your depths, instantly causing you to turn around as the grip on your hair faded, “Hey!” you said with indignance in your voice, but he soon turned you around to scoop you up again.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the wall - the glass of the mirror was cool against your ass as he pressed you against it gently. He slotted his cock fully inside of you again with one fluid motion as a groan fell against your lips. “You’re so perfect.” he whispered, “You’re worth everything .”

Tangling your fingers in his dark, tousled hair, you let out a gasp when he slammed his hips against yours, edging you ever closer to the point of climax. “Everything bad I’ve ever done,” he grunted, teeth on your throat, “Everything terrible I’ve ever done to others… When I met you, the world seemed to shift. It’s like seeing things from a new perspective.”

Your heart swelled at the velvety words and you would nearly forget that he was fucking you against the wall, lips nibbling at the lobe of your ear, the searingly hot huffs of your breaths fiilling your senses.

“I love you, Eti…” you told him. “And I love you,” he responded, “But I think you know.”

A sweet smile tugged at your lips and Eitan pressed his forehead against yours, looking your deep into the eye. His brow furrowed, lips trembling slightly as his pace faltered - a bit more uneven at the trembling of his cock.

You sighed, felt a brush of fingers against your clit, and you came with a soft moan, your delicious blush spurring Eitan on to release himself inside of you. He stilled against you and coaxed you through your high, pleasure making your mind hazy.

“You’re so beautiful.” he told you within a huff of air as he tried catching his breath, and you smiled softly before kissing him.

He carefully placed you down, leaning towards your face to keep his lips attached to yours.

So you stood, cum leaking out and drying on the insides of your thighs, a few minutes living just this moment .

After some intense snogging, you withdrew yourself from him, lips swollen from the kiss and body warm with happiness.

Wordlessly, you helped each other redress. Eitan found a tissue in his jeans and wiped you clean with it, tidying you up as well as he could. You opted to redo your hair to look a bit more presentable, but your current state was so dishevelled that you didn’t doubt everyone would see through it.

“There will be a surprise once you get back home.” Eti told you, “Something to look forward to.”

Smiling, you smoothed out a bit of his hair. “That sounds wonderful.”

He kissed you chastely for a second before you pulled back, softly fingering the fabric of his shirt. It was really time to go back to work now.

Turning to the door, you went to leave the interrogation room.

“(Y/n), back so soon?” Danny said with a huff of annoyance at the sight of his brother, who appeared behind you. “How did you get on?”

“We’ve made it up.” you told him. “Have you, now?” he quizzed, raising an eyebrow. Behind him, Dubi cleared his throat, avoiding eye-contact with you. Self-consciously, you smoothed your hands down your blouse and tucked some hair behind your ear. “Yes, what of it?”

“Razi, I told you to disinfect that table right now, I don’t want to touch-- (Y/n), uh… Hi!” Rabi appeared from his office and halted in his talking as well as his tracks, a distraught Razi following him outside. You looked at Korin, who averted her gaze, and soon, the only one still looking at you was Danny.

“What’s going on?” you questioned as a pregnant silence fell within the room, Razi soon brushing past you to enter the interrogation room. Rabi cleared his throat and rubbed his neck as Korin looked at her nails. “Seriously.” you pressed, “Why are you acting like--”

Your eye fell on the observation room, from which you could see the interrogation room through the one-sided mirror. The door was slightly open, a few fallen chairs visible through the gap, as if someone had left in a hurry. A packet of pumpkin seeds was scattered over the floor, as if knocked over.

“I’m very grateful that you’ve forgiven me, (Y/n).” Eitan broke the silence, hands coming to rest on your waist as he leaned down to kiss your cheek. “I will see you at home.”

He walked towards the exit, turning once more to your colleagues. “A good day, all of you.”

“Not to you.” Danny deadpanned, eyes still glued on your abashed form. With a wink to you, Eitan left the premises.

“What?” you snapped at Danny as he kept staring. He pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, frowning before walking away.

“There’s red marks on your throat and your fly is undone.”

Your hand immediately shot to your neck, covering up the marred skin.

#hashoter hatov #eitan konfino #danny konfino

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hashoterhatov · 4 years ago

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No place like home | אין מקום כמו הבית

You're engaged to Eitan, and thus Yona will teach you her ways in the kitchen, because after all, you're going to be a Konfino.

Eitan Konfino X Female Reader

A huff of laughter left your lips as Eitan threw a peanut in the air and rather ungracefully caught it in his mouth, several crumbs of peanut shells scattered all over his shirt. You sat snuggled against his side, legs pulled up onto the sofa, your father-in-law sitting a little away, his feet put up on the coffee table.

“You better clean that up.” Yizhar grumpily complained to his youngest son, grabbing the handheld vacuum cleaner from the floor and proceeding to clean up the crumbs on his own chest before handing it to Eti.

“Of course, dad.” he replied with a nearly unnoticeable roll of his eyes, but he didn’t start cleaning himself of the residue left by your midday snacks before feeding you another one - you didn’t particularly like peanuts, but you ate them anyway.

“(Y/n)?” Yona called from the kitchen, causing you to look up.

“Yes?” you quizzed, but there was no answer.

“Go look what she wants.” Eitan said to you before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You arose and stretched your arms before heading to the kitchen. Eti’s hand reached out to playfully slap your ass, but a raised eyebrow from his father halted him in his tracks, causing him to recoil and crack open another nut.

You entered the kitchen and found Yona with an apron around her waist, another one held out for you to take. The table and counter were filled with fresh produce, ready to be handled.

“What can I do for you?” you asked her, stepping a bit further into the kitchen. She wiggled the apron from left to right, smiling a little as a few brown curls fell in front of her eyes. “Take it.”

You did as she asked, curious about what she was up to. After tying it around your waist, she gestured to the sink. “Wash your hands.”

“Okay.” you said with an amused hum, heading to the tap to run your hands under lukewarm water before drying them on a tea towel.

“Since you and Eti are going to get married soon,” she began, “It is time that you learn how to cook Shakshu-Konfino!”

Your heart jumped in your chest. “Really?” you asked in slight disbelief, “You are willing to share your secret recipe with me?” Tears appeared in the corners of your eyes at the idea - Yona’s Shakshuka was heavenly.

“Of course, (Y/n)!” your future mother-in-law told you, “After all, it’s important that it stays in the family.”

She winked at you and it made your body warm with the knowledge that she really saw you as her own daughter, the one she never had, and she soon handed you a knife to start working on the tomatoes.

“Tomatoes, a whole bunch of them.” she told you. “Don’t be afraid to do it off the cuff. One tomato more or less never made a difference. Well, it does, but the more, the better. However, it’s the spices you need to be careful with! Too many will spoil it, too little will make it bland.”

Yona went to dice two onions and tossed them into a large bowl. As soon as you had finished chopping a whole bunch of the red, unskinned fruits, you put them in as well.

“Really good. Now, yellow bell peppers, four cloves of garlic, two hot chili peppers, and the spices. Why don’t you chop the peppers while I go prepare the garlic.” You took two hot chili peppers and looked at Yona from the corner of your eye for a second before grabbing a third one. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. “See, you are going to be a Konfino after all.” she praised softly.

Cooking together made it light work, and soon, Yona was already heating up the pan with a dash of olive oil, spreading it around to cover it evenly. She placed it back upon the stove so you could take it, and she threw in half of the vegetable mix of what you had chopped up alongside half of the garlic.

Within mere seconds, the kitchen was filled with the delicious scent of grilling veggies, enriched by the many flavours mixed in. You shuffled a spatula around the frying pan to keep the food from burning, and after a while, Yona tossed in the rest of the garlic as well as a can of chopped tomatoes in sauce.

Stirring it through, you watched as she took a bunch of herbs, sprinkling them into the pan with generous amounts. “Cumin,” she said, “Salt, pepper, some sweet paprika.”

“Got it.” you said, “And what else?”

Yona smiled at you before reaching into one of the kitchen cabinets. “The secret ingredient is… A dash of this .”

She showed you a tiny glass jar on which was scribbled the date on which it had been made.

“My homemade baharat . I should teach you to make it someday. It will change your Shakshuka game for the rest of your life!”

You nodded, smiling. “I’d love to learn from you.”

“Good.” she replied, tapping a small amount of the mixture into the pan. “Now stir thoroughly.”

Yona was a good teacher - not that you were a terrible student - in just twenty minutes, a steaming pan of shakshuka was nearly ready to be served.

“Now for the eggs. Make a small hole into the Shakshuka with the spatula and I will drop them in.”

She cracked twelve eggs into the sauce. “Now we just let them poach for a bit and it will be perfect.”

“(Y/n)...” you suddenly heard Eitan’s voice from the threshold and you turned around to find him smiling with a twinkle in his eye reserved only for you. “You’re making Shakshu-Konfino.” he softly mused.

“I am.” you replied, approaching him, your hands starting to undo your apron. “After all, I’m going to be a Konfino.”

His smile grew and he reached for your cheek to tuck some hair behind your ear “At least one of my boys is settling down.” Yizhar said with feigned exaggeration, hoisting himself out of his chair before walking to the kitchen.

“Meyron is married.” Eti commented, but Yizhar let out a scoff.

“Yes, with some woman from America who we have never met, even after all these years. We never would’ve known it either if it weren’t for Danny and you telling us.”

“Well,” Yona breathed with a smile, “At least we will have grandchildren living close to home this time!”

“And I will be able to make them Shakshu-Konfino.” you said with a wide grin, and Eti opened his mouth to reply when the front door opened and Danny announced his arrival.

“I’m home!” the cop exclaimed, “What is that wonderful smell?”

He placed his hands on his hips as he joined the little gathering on the kitchen’s threshold.

“Hey there Danny!” Yona greeted happily, pushing herself through the small gap in between you and Eitan to kiss her middle child on the cheeks.

“How was work today?” “Busy as always, mom.” he started to explain, and you retreated into the kitchen to see how the eggs were doing, Eitan following you suit.

“That smells really good.” Eitan told you, wrapping his arms around you from behind before kissing the top of your head lovingly. “And the Shakshuka, too.”

A blush spread over your cheeks and you let out a light laugh. “Oh, stop that.”

“I keep wondering why I’ve ever deserved you. I’m so lucky to have you.”

Your heart climbed into your throat and you smiled, tearing your eyes away from the eggs in order to look at him.

“Well,” you began, “I think I’m the lucky one to have you. ”

“(Y/n), don’t-” “No, Eti, really.” He showed you a boyish smile and you cherished it, for it wasn’t every day that you made him blush like a teenager with his head in the clouds. Still, whenever he was with you, he certainly felt light-headed and all the worries in the world seemed to fade away.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” he murmured. “Me neither.” was your response before standing on your tip-toes to press your lips to his. He cradled his fingers around your face and tilted up your head, and you allowed his mouth to claim yours, his tongue just slipping over your bottom lip, requesting entrance.

“Is that Shakshuka?” Danny announced his approach and Eitan pulled back right away, giving you an apologetic look. You shrugged - it wasn’t like he could help it.

“ Shalom Eti, Shalom (Y/n).”

“Good to see you, Danny.” you greeted him, kissing his cheeks before he turned to your fiancé in order to give him a hug.

“Been a while.” he commented. “Too long,” Eti added, ruffling his older brother’s hair, which made for a funny scene - after all, Eitan stood several heads above Danny.

A head of brown curls popped around the corner. “Boys, why don’t you lay the table?”

Yona ushered her sons out of the kitchen and walked towards you to look upon the eggs. “Perfect.”

Within a minute, the table was laid and it was time to start eating. Carefully, you carried the frying pan to the dinner table.

“That looks delicious, (Y/n)!” Yizhar praised, shifting in his seat.

You placed it in the middle and sat down next to Eitan, his hand immediately resting on your thigh, lovingly so, with a tinge of possessiveness. He had every right to do so, and it warmed your skin through your trousers.

“Thank you,” you told Yizhar, “I learned from the best.” Yona gleamed with joy. “Let’s see if it tastes as good as we know it.” Danny jested, reaching over to the pan to dip some bread into the mixture. The poached eggs were perfectly runny and pride filled your chest.

In pleasant silence, you all ate from the dish for a while before Yizhar spoke up. “(Y/n),” he began, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “For many years, Yona has made me the most delicious Shakshuka in all of Israel. And I’ve made it for her in return, which she always loves…”

“ Almost always, Yizhar.” she corrected, and for a second, a rare smile spread over his lips.

“Which she almost always loves,” he resumed, “And I still believe that there is no Shakshuka better than Shakshu-Konfino in this world… This… ”

He pointed at the food on his plate, nodding. “ This is Shakshu-Konfino. You are a true Konfino, (Y/n), and I can taste it in every bite.”

“Look at that, (Y/n).” Danny spoke, amusement lingering in his voice “Our father is becoming sappy because of you. His age is making him soft!”

“Oh, shut up Danny!” Yizhar exclaimed over the laugh the rest of you let out.

Eitan leaned down, pressing a kiss onto your temple. “I’m proud of you, baby.” You smiled contently, leaning into his touch.

Looking out over the table, you looked with fond eyes upon the people you could call family in all ways but by law - and you soon would be able to do so.

You wouldn’t change it for the world.

Never before had you felt more at home than in that very moment.

#hashoter hatov #eitan konfino #danny konfino

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